the black lodge

the night slowed down after i chomped the jagged white half-circle. one half a crudely imagined broken heart. moments later my own disfigured heart began to flutter. my palms glistened. it felt good to swallow. soon it was dark. i couldn't see anything but god i could feel it. whatever had been taken from one sense was given twofold to the other. the darkness softened the edges and i felt my way through black folds of velvet curtains. though i couldn't see i knew where i was going. when i arrived she was there waiting for me. when i reached for her the curtains turned to black waves of warm water, heavy on my chest. i took her by the wrist and closed my eyes. in that moment i could feel our hearts beating in stereo.