The Keys Prison

Deep, dark, devoured, in this hole.  My hole, a part of me, yet absent, wanting of something.  Needing of something: A man.  But years of hurt and mistrust from many men had left hatred on my heart.  Why is it that the things we hate the most are often times the things we feel we must have?  I need to feel whole. 

I found him, ironically where I least expected.  Parole officer and I'm his parolee.  Polar opposites, the magnetic pull was strong. I knew we'd collide.  I hate men, but I need him.  We spiral the staircase to my apartment, and subsequently, life.  Flirting with the melodies that play in our heads.  Eventually we cave in, no longer able to avoid the inevitable.  Our bodies collide, creating iconic harmonies, with passion and rage.  My necklace clinks, adding percussion in the background.

But our souls, our souls went elsewhere.  No longer feeling, our bodies took control.  We're wet, from sweat and tears. Or is it rain?  Pulsating deeper, our bodies becoming weaker.  Slowly we both shift, into a perfect creation: intangible universal melody and harmony combined.

Was there ever really a separation of identity?  Two beings defined by their ideals?  Defined by their units? Strengths, weaknesses, mean nothing in the big scheme of life. 

Apon our shift we both realize the inevitable truth, we never really were separate.  As much as we love and hate, we were two of the same.  The yin and the ying.  The hate and love absolves for a moment.  We're one complete unit.  Vibrating together, as if the whole world was watching and yet we were the world and creating the world in all the same instance.

When we finally woke up, there was nothing left of our physical bodies.  There was no end to our existence either.  It was just another shift.

My new body feels familiar yet different.  I'm no longer a woman, but also not a man, but man-like.  My edges were ridged and cut to a very specific pattern, just like before.  Continuing on again,  in this life, I'm left wanting something more.

I carry my days out searching, for another body.  Not a woman though.  Maybe it's the sun I need?  The sun beams on my surface felt warm but never gave me the peace I was seeking.  Days carried on tirelessly,  just as in my previous life, continuing the search.

But then, there it was.  As if I created into being the very thing I needed to, again, feel whole.  The magnetism was so strong, I didn't need to know it by its appearance, but only by the way it vibrated. Opposite of me, yet a familiar cove.  As if it was the exact match for my missing pieces, and it was.

In the absence of the sun, storm showers pelted rain on my hard surface.  Slowly, we filled eachother's voids.  But then there was another shift.

Slipping, gears grinding, clinking with percussion.  The lockets shackle released and her metal piece split open.

Deep, dark, devoured by this hole.  Never again to find another body of which I can console.  I knew instantly, apon our release that her gears had shifted and she would never be the same without me.  She could never feel whole again, or lock up, without me.  We would both never be the same.  We created a bond, of life, and unison.  Impregnated with life, or possibily just a mere picture of life.

Ripped from every other crest and creature. They could never belong in this image, in space and time.  When the percussion clinks of a small necklace matched the rythm of new life forming.

Useless was the heart-shaped locket I wore,  while my nightmares imposed.