Friday, August 29, 2008
You pray for someone to see it, whispering the wish against chapped lips and stinging cheeks. And when it shines too bright and concerned eyes are looking at you, your heart freezes up and you try to remember why you wanted someone to see it in the first place--this ugly jealousy, gnashing its teeth and sputtering false curses. This is too unfair but that's the way it is, darling, and there's nothing you can do about it sometimes. Just wait out the storm, feel the rumble of thunder in your arms and the rain pelting against your skin like harsh kisses in the night and know that storms don't rage forever.