Cyanide has reached her vote centenary, so I figured it would be fitting that she be exhibited here. This piece in particular shows off her skills with imagery. She creates a very vivid scene, so much so that I personally take on the emotions I would have if I were in it. Such skills of delusion are... MAD SKILLZ 4 WRITERZ.
You sit on the dock, twisting the filter of your lit cigarette between your fingers. You look at her, then back down at the waves crashing on the posts holding you up. The city lights are about a mile behind you, and as bright as they are, the sky is clear and the stars above the ocean are beautiful.
You take a pull, and as you take in the smoke, you take in the night. The smell of the ocean and the night overtake your smoke and you drown in the sensations around you.
The girl shivers and you take off your jacket and give it to her. All the small talk you have been making is lost in the ocean's crashing. And although lips are moving and words are being made, everything is silent and beautiful.
You're still talking, but there's a pause. Without thinking about it, you gently put your lips to hers. It seems the kiss was scripted, just meant to fit in that perfect moment. Your hand finds her neck and you move it upward to brush the back of your fingers against her cheek as you pull away.
She tilts her head and smiles at you, as if waiting for an explanation. You open your mouth to apologize, but your words are met by her lips and you find her tongue exploring your mouth. You return the gesture and find yourself pulling her closer. Still, nothing but the waves crashing and the occasional screaming of the gulls.
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