Jagged

A dark romance poem

I don’t think we ever said that Tentacle Taco Tuesday had to be all sunbeams and rose petals. Sometimes, the tentacle twining round your ankle is going to promise love forever, and then take you down into the crushing darkness as the last of your air sparkles silvery in escaping bubbles. Forever lasts such a little time in this tale.

Jagged

We fit so well together! He cried,

Jubilantly pressing his broken edges

Close to her as he could manage

As she broke off pieces of herself

And hid them behind her back.

We do, she replied.

Until at last she was hollow,

Quite empty within and then

He crawled right inside

Hid from the world in her warmth,

And silently outside she cried.

Image Prompt:

the hollow woman with a man curled up in her ribcage where her heart ought to be, broken edges, shattered dreams, flowers --stylize 345 --ar 3:2 --v 6.0