Oh-nophobia

I woke up thinking everything would be okay. Something new had come up, someone new. Someone that twisted my socks off, and ripped the seams of my jeans. Someone I didn't fuck on the first date. Someone that licked me with his eyes, and kissed me like a movie poster. Basically I went from zero to 110 in less than a second, and sold my soul to him the minute he locked his lips with mine. I fired up all the pistons, and rolled my eyes back into my head, waiting to be burned alive. As we coughed on each others tongues, and pushed back our pulse, I knew this would be the person to break my unbreakable heart. Instantly. Not love at first sight, but fear on the first night. A silent knowledge he alone had the power to crush me, instantly, with nothing but a flick of his eyes.

And as a bode to my luck, or a cruel lesson from powers unknown, like a mystical force, the rush came faster than expected. The law-mans grip, immigration policía, came down on him hard and fast. Like a kidnapper, in the dark, he was ripped off a bench and tossed away. No goodbyes, just men in suits and luggage and taxi's and tears. We all sat motionless, swigging hot beer, waiting to hear from no one, because he was gone, and would not be back. This was goodbye, just a hollow note stuffed into his suitcase.

"Uno Pesadilla" I wrote.

"Goodbye"

And the hot flush of needles, like unlocking your jaw, or drowning in ice, came up through my spine and out my eyes. Till there was a flood so biblical in size, and Shakespearian in nature that I could do nothing but grip the air and collapse into myself, shaking and wishing, for everything to stop.