The Necklace

by A.D. None

My fingers comb through her hair 

Nails tracing along broken skin 

Her hands around my neck 

Her body against mine 

“Gently,” I say 

Mangled around my throat 

I beg her 

With no intent to stop her 

To feel how she makes me question my circumstances 

“Gently,” I repeat 

The taste of metal and the feel of warm glass 

It is painless 

And I imagine. 

She has me too 

Around her neck. 

I wonder 

Does she wish for me too? 

Her hair is braided 

She hangs from my neck 

Gently I grab her 

Hold her with care 

And I see through her. 

The light kisses my eyes 

And illuminates our love 

Smooth and cool 

Warm and rough 

I promised to stay by her side 

Always. 

Our necklaces are sun and moon 

She completes me 

I shield her 

I look through the glass 

Read her heart 

Smile like the moon 

And wonder if she looks at it too. 

“I love you.” 

Faint, yet unmistakable 

“I love you.” 

She can’t be anything but divine ambrosia, if you will.

About the Author 

A.D. is an anonymous writer and for the time being wishes to remain so.