By Pamela Garcia
He felt it; the rage within was overpowering. Red and black, the view from the eyes of a wild beast. Blink. Still there. Try again, holding his eyes shut for a bit longer this time. Blinding when they open again and that red is brighter. He can’t seem to shake it. But the fear… that fear that used to flutter when these thoughts ruled his mind were gone. These colors conflicted the consequences of his actions. Nothing mattered but the yelling that set off this darkness.
Blind and deaf. He couldn’t feel anything but the overpowering rage.
This time everything felt different. This time he wouldn’t take it anymore. This time he wouldn’t hide. This time, he let the beast free and let the cage disappear in thin air, as if it had never existed in the first place.
Wild. Free. Powerful. This roller-coaster of feelings finally reaching their highest point. The sky felt so close as the warmth splattered from her body and hugged his skin like an old friend reunited. He could feel his strength striding up and down his arms denying her claims on past words exposed. He didn’t know how much he needed this moment and how exhilarating it would feel when it finally presented itself dripping from his hands. So swift are his movements that he cannot feel the weight of his accomplice.
His ears enjoy the music now coming from her mouth, a song he didn’t expect to appreciate and absorb as if trying to enclose it in his mind for days to come. The ride races down as the screams have transformed into a release of pleas and finally a heavy breath is exposed as we reach the finale of the game. A beautiful gift of silence. Eternal silence. Nothing more would come from those lips that had taunted his ears and mind time and time again. Her words had finally been erased as pleasure and the most profound happiness appeared on his face.
So he sat, for hours enjoying and admiring her face, noticing what he hadn’t since the moment he set his eyes on hers; Beauty. He glared until his eyes closed for hours and hours. The eyes that had missed resting in dreams of clouds, sank in beautiful memories and future days to come. Days of rain on the roof of the cabin he loved by the river where he could bathe his monsters and sit to enjoy their company on the chair by the fire that blazed under the pictures of his red collection.
Pamela Garcia is a freshman here at Monroe College.