The Wind

“ThE Wind”
Written by: John Miller

The Wind it changes, but it’s always cold..yet grows harsher. It never attacks the body because it’s prey is the heart. With claws as sharp as a lover’s harsh words and strong as a heart attack, the heart falls victim before it’s even hunted. The blood burst and runs in brilliant maroon before it’s ever shed. It shatters into a million pieces, before the hammer has time to collide. For the Wind is a monster, cold and unchanging. However, she is also enchanted. Her pale skin, bright eyes, and overall dynamic beauty is enough to paralyze you. You stand there, hard and straight as can be. You gaze into her eyes and know you’re already lost, you’re already a slave. Pain is hidden in the form of pleasure and cries are never heard beyond your conscious. And as she runs her fingers down the cavity of your bosom, you yearn to kiss this evil. Before you know it you’re bodies are intertwined and the world has never felt better. Her freezing skin against yours, her icy lips hooked to yours, and your hearts...forever fighting a war. I know, for I too have found myself in bed with the Wind.  The pleasure was catastrophic! I ran for my life and tripped, I fell victim again when she was there to catch me.
I apologize...with all of my ranting I forgot to mention the curse. The curse with a mask. At first, all is forgiven and what’s broken is healed, but nothing is the same. The heart doesn’t heal the same. The curse makes it easy to break, capable of fixing, then the whole process repeats itself. Over and over again, you find yourself intertwined, broken, falling, then it’s okay again...but never the same. I fell under the spell, that took me through heaven and hell, and though I wished to be dead, I knew I’d fall for her again.
At first her breezes are warm and they occur often. You can never get enough of it. However the warm breezes start to occur less and less, and every few days you’ll get one to remind you of the reasons you stay. You’re perched on the edge of a cliff you don’t even see...that’s why every time you run..you fall. Then as time passes on, the breezes chill to the point ice forms in your bones. But you’re just grateful for her touch, no matter how cold it is. As you stand there, stark naked, and on the edge of disaster somewhere somehow, your mind doesn’t find it worth it anymore. You jump...but she catches you again and convinces you to stay and try one more time...that was the fifth time you attempted to jump. And you know you’ll never be okay until it’s over, but you stay.
Your happiness is as real as your worst fantasy. She comforts you again though, and once again you find your bodies intertwined, your lips hooked, and hearts fighting. Then from warm calm breezes to a blizzard and hurricane combination. And as you fall off the cliff this time she doesn’t catch you. You’re half shocked yet half relieved at the thought of it being over. You turn just in time to see her body intertwined, her lips hooked, and heart at war...with another body. The tears rise and your heart breaks one last time, before she sends you a huge “Fuck you!” and you crash into the rocks below. Dead...before she even got a chance to touch you...