Reminiscent heat

He had left in a hurry, the spell of the scene shattered by the necessities of life.

The heavy chains all tussled up, hastily thrown down into the duffle bag.

As she started to untangle them she could still feel the warmth of his body in the steel.

And she smiled.

Tied down

The creaking of the ropes as he wraps them thiglty around her chest,
locking her arms tight against her body.
She resist for a moment as a hint of fear, maybe regret flickers over her face.
Then her head tilts back as she gives in to the sensation of the moment.

Got a collar today

A soothing feeling of relief seeps through me as the heavy collar snaps shut around my neck, the stainless steel an unbroken circle around my throat.

The steel presses down on my shoulders, too thick to ever quite reach body temperature, to heavy to ever be completely unnoticed. It demands attention.
I feel at ease.

To heavy for comfort, to thick to really be mistaken for jewelry. An unspoken statement of what i am, as much a reminder to my self as to the world.

I do admit that this text is not up to my "usual standards", if i have such a thing or my usual style for that matter. This was a spur of the moment thing to write and I don't want to over work it to much from that initial feeling. I am aware of the ironic fact that this will lead to it conveying that feeling less effectively.

As the now fades.

The electric smell of the train yard slowly fading as I enter the grove.
It is lee here and the sun makes the air vibrate with the anticipation of early summer.
In a glade there are the ruins of an old stone house.
Some kids (I guess) have gone through the trouble of dragging an old, massive wooden park-bench here.The modern smoothness of the bench looks sharp and oddly offensive against the old jagged stone foundation.

Songs of a summer rain

The rain falls from a steel grey sky steaming as it hits the still warm ground.
Her steps get slightly hobbled as the wet dress cling to her legs.
She runs with her arms crossed over her chest slightly shivering.
Goosebumps visible on her fair skin.

The bluebeatle

A Bluebeatle sitting on a fallen tree.
Looking intently up at me its slender silver wings tucked in under the iron carapace,
the chromium eyes seemingly pleading for death.