Soft sighs torn from slicked lips.
Anticipation building and threatening
To take over.
Through the windowpane she sees
Two as one.
Needing to write herself in the story,
Not yet done.
As they wait for the night to unfold.
Knowing full well the trespass she commits
And lacking all power to control.
Isn’t that the game?
The giving up, the stealing back,
Both parties playing the winner
And the loser.
A wild abandon of freewill.
Praying to stay in those arms only to die
A little each time.
(c) Copyright 2016 Brea C. Viragh
Brea C. Viragh is a poet, short story author, and novelist. When she is not writing, she’s likely binge-watching HGTV, planning her next home renovation project, or annoying others by threatening to put them in her next book. She received her B.A. from Berea College and her M.S. from Nova Southeastern University.
Her work is featured in Warren Lapine’s Fantastic Stories Science Fiction Anthology, New Realm by Fiction Magazine, and The Bracelet Charm Biannual by Conceit Magazine.
Ms. Viragh lives with her boyfriend, puppy, and three cats in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.
You can visit her at http://imexhaustedwhereareyou.wordpress.com
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.