chronicle #9 Golden cave
November 1, 2011 § Leave a comment
The man perfectly knew. But wouldn’t admit – that he was afraid of himself and mistrusted his ability to get over past wounds. However she found out very easily and quite naturally. There he would stand with his skin bare open to the skies, and acid rains made him even ticklish inside. Then sour. Then bitter and burning.
Once the woman trusted, once she yielded. She knew but could not speak. Her favourite hideout became the golden cave and there she would lie motionless, drifting away out of fear. Slowly and one by one, bat wing leaves would cover her eyes, and her whole body. Later even the cave forgot her. She died in a dry crying cocoon.
And never shall man and woman be together again.