White baby in a doves cradle.
The rejoice of the angels in heaven.
Your heart which sewed with the thread of a spiders web, so soft, so delicate.
The blood that run through be the milk and honey that run down paradise river.
So soft, so smooth.. I want to touch.
But the venom that runs through the spouse will contaminate your honey,
And the venom that I have inherited may poison your purity.
The poison runs through us both, but you still remain chaste.
~

Robyn waited in a long line of elders and family associates. She watched as people wasted their tears and whispered words of grief over the casket her mother had been placed in. She read each person's emotion, she had never seen someone show such painful feelings for someone other than themselves like this before... She looked at her father, he stayed emotionless. He stared blankly into the black casket, reaching in to lightly stroke the side of her face. He yanked his hand away almost immediately before looking at her as if she was a stranger. Then he walked away...

"You have any words for your dear mother Robyn?" her aunt asked her noticing the look of confusion and loss plastered on her face. She peered into the casket before placing the rose her father had asked her to put in for him in her clutched fist. There was something about her mother that gave her a bad feeling in her chest; something about her still seemed alive...

"I'm not going to heaven..."

~~

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes had lost it's shine, she looked nothing but a mess. She brushed at her eyebrows and ruffled her hair carelessly before making her way back to the bed. Her head started to spin; not that anything was on her mind. Nothing specific was going through her mind at that moment, she was too scared to think. Her flashbacks were getting to the point where she was afraid they would reveal something she'd rather forget...

She made her way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and bringing out some Patron and a bottle of Hennessy. She poured even parts of them both into a tall glass, drinking it down like water although it made a burning sensation her chest. She couldn't care less about any physical pain right now, it was her mind she was trying to influence.

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She slumped on the wall as she unlocked the door to see who it was, and of course it was Chris. He cocked an eyebrow at her slumped physique with concern,

"Are you ok Robyn? You look funny..." he asked her as she seemed to slide down the wall with every second past...

"I'm fine..." she slurred grabbing his hand attempting to drag him up the stairs, which turned to be the other way round as she could hardly stand on her own two feet.

She led him to sit on her bed as another silence passed over them. Chris shuffled about awkwardly as she sloppily struggled to find a comfortable seating position,

"Hey I'm really sorry about last night-

"I had another flashback this morning and it really gets to me because it was about my mother..." she cut him off. He waited slowly for her to to continue her talking, but it was as if there was someone else in the room talking to her and Chris wasn't even there... She stared blankly into space, not blinking, barely breathing. For Chris this was rather odd behavior for a drunk person, it was more like she was tripping off LSD... He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off by breaking into tears,

"I've gone soft like my mother! I'm so fucking ugly... and I've gone fat!" she wailed into her hands. Chris sighed no longer knowing how to control Robyn's sudden outbreaks...

"You look fine Robyn..." he reassured her but she shook her head digging her head into her pillow. He inhaled deeply as he looked at Robyn absolutely clueless; he wanted to help her but he didn't know how.

"Put the drinks down Robyn, you're depressed." he tells her as her cries simmered down,

"I ain't depressed, I'm just crazy!" she screamed into her pillow. He pulled her onto his shoulder before taking the bottle and placing it on the side of the bed while slowly rubbing her back. He shushed her quietly as she blubbered on about herself,

"I've gone soft like my mother... I just want someone to love me!" she sniffed as Chris looked at her pitifully. He stroked the at little baby hairs flying off her forehead,

"I can do that..." he whispered.

Robyn's heart leapt as she felt two soft lips on hers, working in sync as a white calm blanketed over her. She hadn't felt this type of way since forever, she hadnt let anyone else in or given anyone else the chance to show her love. She felt a rush of excitement bolt through her body as looked into his eyes with lustful passion. He kissed down her body, returning to taste her lips to reassure that he wasn't going to hurt her. She whimpered quietly as he reached rock bottom, the treasure chest, the cookie jar. At this moment she felt like she was capable of anything; she felt young and limber. She ripped off her robe as time seemed to speed up... But suddenly, a feeling doubt wiped over her and time stopped. She couldn't believe what she was doing...

"Christopher... please go."

~

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