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Beautiful's an Oxymoron

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"There is something  s a t i s f y i n g  about squeezing someone else's pimples." He said, running his fingertips meticulously across the skin on my back.  He looked for that tiny excuse to pinch me until it drew blood.  His car was parked along the curb outside my house again and it was January.  Which meant he reminded me again, "Salt your sidewalks, I think that ice is going to kill me someday."  The kitchen is always cleaner when he's here.  The faucet.  I always check the faucet.  If he's here it gleams brightly without flaw, mirroring my face back at me, making my nose look big.  I have always wondered if that reflection was the more accurate one.

I spotted a white one on his shoulder but I didn't want to touch it.

He'd pluck out the tiny stray hairs after he shaved.  I will never understand why he doesn't just shave them too.  He told me I was beautiful, looking in my eyes, and I hungered for his  s m o o t h  touch.  His grey eyes focused on my skin and my body tensed for the shock as lightly, his fingers scanned for another zit to pop.
This is a prose poem, and I wish there was a category for that.
Fiction.  So don't judge me.
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Fantasy-luver's avatar
i like this story a lot! Emotions are buried in what seems to be just a short story- but you can feel how this person feels about this man. love, slight shame, a bit dominated, wanting him- they want to be something better than themselves for him- when in reality they seem to be a kinder soul than this man (this is just my interpretation and opinion ^.^ let me know how you felt when writing it!)
ps. i don't judge you~ because it's silly to judge people :3