Box: Angelica Hart and Zi
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seduction               deceit                honor                suspense           darkness                lust
ache             joy               forever                   love                 courage              struggles
            fantasy                                                                                                                                    Believe me I want you.....  to read ~ Zi    




Rain released like a continuous, unraveling sheer veil, making  hazy my view of the street.  Long, lean stretches of pavement, asphalt and near-identical houses with cement stoops, the occasional bowed window and wrought iron gating.  I leaned within a small encapsulation of a doorway, a propped sentinel against wood and city brick, trying to keep as dry as I could, having mogged there once the rain began.  Earlier, the heavy damp mist soaked my clothes.  Now, they clung, weighty strangulations about my body and limbs.  


That mist had soon transitioned into a steady rain.   The water in my hair steamed cold rivulets into my collar. Their chill brought a shiver felt skin to bone. An insidious invasion of tremors traversed my body and elicited teeth tinny.  I blew into my hands in an effort to warm them but the feeble heated breath failed to overcome the cold.   Found, nestled and unwanted, in this inclement weather was loneliness that crammed my soul and spirit, cracking the extremities with dark despair.  I was adrift in a world of rooted families. 


I looked at rows and rows of homes each filled with people, salutary families clinging to their love struggling everyday to help it grow.   Love was like air, not tangible but  there.  Couldn’t see it, though, you knew it existed, knew that without it you'd die.  I closed my eyes and imagined the love those families cooed, exchanged and absorbed while hidden behind their safe walls. They were warm and comfortable.  




And I was not.