Kiss Kiss Snip

My life.. like the great thassa..
ebbs and flows, swells and lulls.
It slinks up on the shore of my world
and wipes away the hurts of yesterday.

I was sitting on the great fountain in Ar's Square, the one closest to the Metallen district, but not quite in it. Where the streets are cleaner and the merchants only slightly more honest. I had stepped on a sliver of glass and was pulling the offending bit from my toe when a shadow fell over me. Always foreboding.. But when I looked up it was my Cirque. The Master of my heart.. this month. I do not deny being a fickle woman. I was frightened though and immediately wanted to cry. For he hated me last we met.

But he seemed to have strangely forgotten his anger.. more over he was twice as affectionate then I had known him to be before. He kissed me. I think I died a little bit inside. Or perhaps he stole a slice of my soul. A pretty treasure to keep in his pocket. I told him I loved him.. he thinks I am a whore though, he thinks I give my love freely to any who pay me a moments mind.

Perhaps he is right.

But can I be blamed for this? I am a product of my environment. And I do so crave attention. A gentle hand, a soft kiss.. a violent rape. I cannot help it! Any more then I could help myself a moment later...

"Prove it." He said. He called me his Angel.. more of my soul flittered from me to him. Does he know what I offer in my kisses? I am almost embarrassed about my behavior.. oh if the mistress had seen me she would have peeled the skin from my back and boiled me in oil! But I kissed him again.. I climbed up onto his lap and forced my tongue into his mouth. There is something funny about his mouth.. something metal inside it.. perhaps a dental device? I think hours passed like that, on his lap, our lips melted together like pools of molten fire.... How perfect the day had been.

And then he told me his secret. Or maybe it isn't a secret.. but it should be! He isn't from here.. he is like those idiot slave girls with their rough language and skittish behavior.. But he displays nothing of being their kind, from someplace beyond the oceans. He moved so fast.. shoving me onto my back so hard I later found a bruise on my skull.. his hand found my breast.. gentle and hard all at once. I think I cried, I'm not sure.. I was frightened of him... How could he have ever been one of those.. diseased barbarians?

I can't ever tell a soul. How can I want so much what I find so disgusting? Before he left me there..he said the meanest thing.. He said I would look good with pierced ears! Like a common street slut!

Secretly.. I was pleased.