The Coarseness of a Feather by Thorny Showers

I awoke to silence, tears streamed down through the vortex of the misery it caused me.

The silence beat me, raped me, bled me. I got up, I made some tea, all the while I screamed at the silence. "Get out of my nothingness fucking silence", I raged.

The silence did not retreat. My fury empowered it. My passions fueled its engine… it revved up, grabbed my soul, squeezing it as one squeezes orange juice from the rounded fruit of a tree.

Zack was staring in my kitchen window. Like a gnome he sat, staring, glaring at me. I cried. I vomited tears.  Tears of love. Tears of love and longing and morning for Zack.  Last night I pushed him away, after giving him more than most men hope for as they prepare for a Saturday night on the town. Pushing him away was not a choice, for I could not expose him to the nothingness that was my essence.  Beautiful Zack, my saviour, my joy.  His longing emulates the silence. The torturous silence.

Should I be strong and merciful for both of us.  Or should I allow him in to my world.