Burning Muse

My Dreamspace: You can breathe into me. Link post

Staff Note: I held my breath. 

midnightmyst:

I like your motormouth. I’m here to listen to your deepness. I can understand when you want me to, I can respond if you want me to, I can laugh if you want me to, and I can certainly listen if you want me to. I grieve sincerely for your woes.

As your pretty mouth opens and closes, I will be your witness. I can be there to console you, but know this – my face is blanketed, staid, despite vibrant changes of expression.

There’s three of us. She burrows herself deeply into me, and she lets out the steam from her geysers. Your air is colder, icier, but it’s alright. I can be the air conditioning engineer, the small vent in our abode where the currents intersect and I breathe in all sorts of breezes. I get a whiff of what passes through both of your lungs. I hear your sweet breathing as I try hard to pay attention to my own gasps for air.

I hear the most subtle movements, listening attentively like I listen to serenades. I indulge in the emotion loaded into the sound – the pitch of your voice when it is clunking around cubes of ice, the timbre of hers when she’s steaming up her rivers.

But my waters are deep. They look like glass on the surface, but they circle in a well full of snakes, and down at the bottom are dead bodies that drowned from a lack of atmosphere. The vipers like the darkness, and when they rise to the light, they wither up and become their shed skin, their lethalness disappearing. They become nothing more than ropes, threads of what to me was poisonous. They remain insignificant in the sun, where they aren’t the monsters to foreign souls like they are to my own spirit.

I wish I could be like you, but I’m running out of air. I’m choking. There is nobody to play the ventilator to circulate my breathing for me, like I do for you. I can’t let the snakes die, but I don’t want them to stay at the bottom of my hollow well. There’s no way for me to win this way. I wonder how long it would be before I die from blood poisoning, or perhaps drowning.

I’m anything you want me to be, but I am everything but myself for you. I promise, I will take your secrets to the grave along with my own.