Lies in the Dark
The taste of their sin still lingered on her lips, his scent still etched into her skin
In the shadow and safety of their late night love affair, he whispered words that squeezed her soul
There would be a price to pay in the end, and the currency would be her pain
Lie to me again, she begged
And so he told her that he loved her
And it was the most beautiful lie he had ever told
We laid silent, sweat-stained skin pressed against the others as we listened to the rain fall above our whirling heads. Upon my grand exit, my love-struck eyes were greeted by the sight of the yellow-Cheshire moon hanging over the dew-rinsed meadow. Always such a beautiful sight to end our love-crazed nights; I stood in awe of the passion of the evening. Memorized by its beauty, I almost missed the sound the gun made. I turned as the pain struck my back to see blond hair in a tangled twirl; my last earthly memory, the moon’s grin upon my sinful ways.
His love for her was like the tide
A constant ebb and flow
Powered by the controlling moon
So jealous of their love, the heavenly body never let them touch too long
But sometimes when the moon loomed heavy in the midnight sky, his wave embraced her long enough for him to whisper his love for her
In the salt that splashed against his skin
About the Author
JESSICA SIMPKISS lives and works in Virginia Beach, Virginia with her four-year-old daughter. She has a degree in Art History from George Mason University. While she has always loved writing, she is returning to the art form after a ten-year hiatus, in hopes of finding her voice again.