The disembowelment (It feels like)
Wednesday, November 24th, 2010
I sip a can of fiber-enriched juice right now as I slip into the realm of a thought that just blew my head off this night. Its opening is inviting, saying “Empty me, now” everytime I stare at it. It stands still, like a golden statue to a thief, enticing with her gilded features wrapped around its body. I tried to concentrate for some seconds, acting like I don’t care, going on clicking on the letters that seemed to disappear with the golden light that’s coming from its body. But I can’t take it. Just now, I saw beads of water running down its golden silhouette, like a woman sulking in the sun, bare, waiting for that calloused hand to trace her outlines and cup the salty waters away from her, as her lips are wide open, waiting to be kissed, allowing to be drained of the sourness living inside her.
I slip my tongue out and draw my lips closer to its opening. I felt a tinge of fear, as my eyes caught the silvern blades that rounded its openness. I fear that I might cut my tongue or my lips: those little basic parts that help in bringing in some treats of desire, those that represent a man’s ability to connect to the physicality of other life, and non-life, forms and those that free a man from the virginity of silence. As they near the rim, its door seems to widen, allowing me of easy access. I caught the pinpricks of gaping stars that adorned the black sky, struck by my bravery. Their glitter abashed and tucked in the invisible clouds.
It ran like a river to a barren land. It has the taste of tangy forbidden fruit juice. My throat seemed to have gone convulsive, confounded by my desire to let it in and its will to bring it out. My stomach churned like a disturbed school of fish and scattered in all directions.
I saw the lifeless can stared at me, empty and still, still like it was before. However, right now, I saw that the glitter vanished, just after the twinkling lights abandoned the night. Now, it does not hold any promise at all. Its open invitation turned into a big stretch of grim grinning. I was beginning to realize that the woman it resembled moments ago was nothing more than mirage that victims the fools, those that are easily blinded by the spark of opportunity it offered.
I turned around as it reached my gut.
Sweaty, I think I just disemboweled some part of my digestive track.
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Thanks! Hahaha! Maraming salamat at na-appreciate mo ang gawang ‘to, Lio Loco.
Posted by thesecretglenhol at November 30, 2010, 10:22 am
“Thanks for dropping by! 
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sus! tatae ka lang pala kung anu-ano pang shit ang sinabi mo. lol!
pero in all honesty, mukang okey ang figures of speech na ginamit mo. like na lang! \m/
Posted by lio at November 26, 2010, 9:11 pm