“I want to watch you drown,” I said.
It was the way you looked up at me, all dark eyes and trust, while my knee pressed against your chest, making it difficult and then impossible to breathe.
It was the way you waited for me.
It made me wonder how far you would go; would you let me hold you under until you had no choice but to press back, your need to breathe outweighing your need to be still?
Would you struggle?
“I want to watch you drown,” I said, and you said nothing in return.
But you reached for my hands and placed them around your throat.
interesting timing, this.
elise
I was so struck by this post I quoted the entire thing in my blog. I linked back here, but I’d just like to check that you are okay with it. Let me know – I’ll take it down if not!
A deeply moving post for me, in any case. Delicious.
It always interests me why people chose to yield. That that they will, but the reason behind such a thing.
Oh, she isn’t yielding. She’s defying. By drowning herself.
But you can’t drown someone who doesn’t breathe.
Nell,
Of course you may.