Libra - "Edge of The World" | October 29th, 2022

My blood ran as cold as the iridescent nightfall. Naked as a newborn, I pranced around my cottage, twirling my hair and lighting candles that smelled of bubblegum and autumn. Silver rested on my décolleté with sapphire pendants imprinting upon my perfectly polished skin. My feet danced to soul-stirring notes of music that could bewitch the most venomous cobra kings. Pale plated mirrors embellished every wall in that house, reflecting my own glamour back to me. My lips were decorated by the color of fury and my eyelids twinkled with the scales of a pearly skinned fish.


I sailed from the dining room to my living room and divided the black curtains into two that were held up by gold plated rods. My hands gripped the window lock and I forced it open to let in the cool, evening air. My breasts exposed, fully naked and alone. My only company; sapphire charms and music that could bring sea creatures to drown.


*clink clink clink*


I ducked under the windowsill and peered out of its screen. A shadow of a man off at a short distance, carrying a boatload in his arms of something that I couldn’t quite see. The closer he got, the louder it became.


*clink, clink, clink*


He’s closer now.


Under the vast night sky, the moon rewarded his scruffy beard with a beautiful glow. His skin was like melted milk chocolate, covered in peanut butter and kissed by the sun. His cloak covered his half naked body, grunting with every step as he traveled up the moonlit cobblestone walkway. Whatever he was holding was loud and large, clinking together repeatedly, like wine glasses inside of the darkest watering hole full of drunks.


*clink clink clink*


He was almost to my front porch; his eyes weary and swollen, as if he had been crying for years. His physique strong, yet somehow feeble like a rail. Skin like milk and soil that could bed a thousand black roses. He had wavy hair that obeyed the movement of his steps, elongated fingers held by fragile bones, yet beautiful all the same. My eyes followed him like he was prey that I didn’t want to eat.


He tumbled on my doorstep, jewels fell from his arms, gold and silver painting my porch. Sterling made from the edge of the world glistened like wet candy. Diamond necklaces reflected like the same mirrors inside of my house.  Rubies spun like dradles that embodied the soul of my lips and manifested as the color of violence. My eyes lit up from what this man had brought me. Everything I have ever wanted; here.  Right here. Like gifts from the Universe.


But there he lied. Almost unconscious, silent tears falling from his face and into my cobblestone walkway, like little rivers of his past waiting to evaporate. His eyes were like jewels that God hand crafted himself. A beard with the same quality of an Egyptian cotton pillow and a heart that reflected the emotions in his face. He said nothing.  He looked up at me, unable to lift his arms or elbows. He just looked at me, looked at me from behind these jewels that he could easily outshine without the help of starlight.


My eyes began to water, for the first time in years. Still naked, without a second thought or hesitation, I ran from the window and swung open the wooden front door.  My breasts were bare and exposed under the midnight air. I ran past the jewels and cupped his drooping head inside of my palms. I threw his arm over my shoulder, as we walked over the treasures from the edge of the world. I could feel rubies and silver crumbling beneath my feet and gold chains slithering into the dirt like dying snakes. I took him inside of my home and my mirrors fell to the ground,  my lips turned to the color of my flesh and the music turned to the sound of his beating heart.