After Sunset

'tis time.

It is time for me to face that face. To look into it. To stare at it. To dive and slowly cut into those eyes. To look at that drop of water. To savor it and enjoy it. To gobble it up. To feed on that despair. To feed on the shock and thunder as I struck the lightning. To excite the thunder. To make it rain. To make the drops fall, one by one. Drip. Tick. Tick. Tick. Drip. Tick. Tick Tick. Drip. Tick Tick. Drip. Tick. Tick. Drip. Tick. Tick. Drip. Tick. Drip. Drip. Drip.Drip.Drip.drip.drip.drip.dripdripdripdripdripdripdrip.
The dripping increased to pattering.
The raindrops fell. They flooded the valleys and the hills, the mounds, covered with smooth, soft skin. Rivers flowed from those clouds. From the thunder. The dark, grey thunder. Torrents. Meandering around the hills. Falling to the earth in showers.

Yet.

Yet those eyes just looked. Thunder. Storm. Rage. Whirlpools. They stared. I dove harder. Thunder, struck by lightning.

The eyes. Thunder surrounded by an autumn. By falling leaves. Golden. Red. Orange. Flaming. The thunder shook them and they flailed wildly about. Limp. Dying. Yet burning. Soft leaves. They fell down on her shoulders, wildly flailing about as the thunder shook that world. They fell, merging with the brightness, with the sun setting at her waist.

The sunset. Red. Bright. Flowing from that world. Flowing around the sharpness cutting into her.

Her hands crawled up, like five-legged spiders. They crawled up slowly, but definitely, heading for their kill. They crawled up, and felt the sharpness. The eyes still stared.

The thunder roared. The sunset spread. Red turned to lust. Lust turned rust. Rust turned to wine. And the wine spread. The pools of her eyes. The pools of the wine.

Clouds.

Drip. Tick. Tick. Drip. Tick. Tick. Tick. Drip. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. D..r..i..p. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Crash.

The clouds took a deep, dark breath.

The sun slowly rose. It rose, and it pulled up its horizon. I smiled and I walked away.

Night had passed.