Beyond Reason
Mundane.
Snap.
Mediocre.
Zoom. Snap.
Outside of the nebula behind these eyelids swaying against melodies of somber and awe, beyond every facet of every realm beyond those eyes that attributed to reason…
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
That’s life…
…but words don’t do it justice.
But that’s all we have, isn’t it.
Words.
Words don’t express the life of reason and understanding, but words can explain why skin is soft…eyes have color…
…why sex is so intoxicating…
…addiction, primal instinct…
Concepts that are just as vanilla average as your average asshole that can’t take two seconds to remember which head got him that executive position and which one got his wife that settlement.
Most of the time all that asshole would see would be the big blue eyes playing gymnast on his desk and give them his undivided attention and trust just because his eyes are attached to his brain.
Those blue eyes welcome him in like a mother calling her precious baby to dinner and lock him in like Auschwitz.
Momma’s precious boy was caught in Block 11 deep in some old carpaccio.
But this wasn’t his first bite.
The one with a promising settlement has eyes just as blue. As the one before…and before her…and before her…
Those beautiful blue eyes are poison of the mind…
And the wallet.
But who’s ever heard of a sailor who encountered a siren and living to tell the tale?
That’s why eyes are shallow. Or the eyes that only see them dancing in lust are anyway…
It’s no different than seeing them glistening in the sun…
That’s all anyone would choose to see.
Even if they were nearly grey…and one almost white…
Because heteroachroma is sexy…a mutation of human DNA could easily get you laid today…
Of course, he can’t see the microscopic demon deterioration of his gums and tongue while it’s dancing around in her pussy…
Try hiding that from the wife.
One could see the plane everyone was living on and, even though not blindly, could still see what everyone else sees.
The other could see what is meant to be seen, what it means for them to see what they see and why they see it.
The “why” is the dealbreaker. But it’s never talked about. Never deciphered or dissected. Never even attempted.
Because that’s where consequences lie…the disillusion of their precious personal heaven which in this guy’s case…is probably going to land him a one way trip off the edge of Shinjuku Park Tower from the public humiliation…and the physical evidence that will show up between 12-24 hours…
But for now…this is his heaven…
…and these 4K photos still can’t do it justice…the fluids, the muscle churning…the “immaculate” stench…
Most would prefer to keep it that way. It eliminates pain and keeps the “carpaccio” fresh.
I’ve had my fair share of “carpaccio”…
Most of it couldn’t be compared to shit like these two…
It’s merely flesh to them.
Flesh is trivial…nothing any living creature on this planet doesn’t have. You’re born with it, you die with it.
Even the fluids it secretes during its most basic of fundamental functions…the lubricants of our orifices to ease tension…tears, sweat, cervical mucus…proteins, sodium chloride, mucin glycoproteins, lipids, etc…
I can see that.
All of it.
Even you…you’re still flesh, you’re still a creature on this planet, you’re still human…cracked, coarse and callused.
But when I looked at your fissured sclera surrounding those irises resembling polished hematite…felt the callused matter that compiles the titanium density you are now encased with due to your endless self-inflicted persecution of an innocent past self…that you resent…
…the addiction…was of what I could not see because of my eye, but because of those conversations, those arguments, those mornings I’d watch you in your slippers making a pointless pot of coffee…my quirk was useless in those times…even without you using yours.
You always had that effect on me…I hated you for it…still do.
Those moments are tattooed into my temporal lobe…they’re pesky and distracting…I can’t focus…even when perched on an apartment fire escape ladder watching one of the most forced orgasms I’ve ever seen…
It’s debilitating…physically compromising…and gives me a migraine that can only be cured with booze…
Maybe…not cure, just…knock me out for a few hours so I don’t dream about it.
It’s beyond reason…
…still…
…it’s all I want.
You…
All I want.
A vibration in her pocket caused a small eruption of pain.
Aoi had forgotten to blink.
“Fuck…”.
She sorely whispered to herself as she frantically dug the device from her jacket not bothering to check the caller ID.
“Yeah?”
“I assume you’re not home”.
The callers gravelly voice being lightly distorted by the airways tickling her hippocampus.
“Uh…no, but I’m on my way…”, sliding from the 9th floor of the staircase with ease, Aoi’s boots firmly collide with the pavement with a light concentrated thud. “Why?”
“Sake is on top of the Nighteye Agency building”.
“WHA-“, Aoi quickly silenced herself.
“What?!” she loudly whispered in the phone. “How in the hell did she get up there?”
“Don’t know”.
Aizawa sighed. Perched on a nearby building watching the poised feline bask in the moon-glow.
“Considering the building is locked down with no sign of forced entry, it’s anybody’s guess”.
“Shit! I’m on my way”, Aoi exasperated as she jogged toward where she parked her motorcycle.
“How long have you been out?”
“Since about 10:30-ish”, the woman answered in a light pant as she made her way around the block.
“…it’s 2:17”.
The woman briefly stopped in her tracks and grimaced at the realization of time she lost.
“You forgot to feed her before you left again, didn’t you…”.
Judgment and fatigue in his tone.
“I was working a case. I didn’t think I’d be out that long”.
“Which is why you feed her before”, he quickly retorted.
“Can you just!…”, Aoi sighed trying to keep her composure as she set herself on her ride. “…get her down please”.
“Yeah…I’ll meet at your place”.
“Thank you”, the woman grunted in frustration. Rolling her eyes before preparing to hang up.
“Be careful…”.
Aoi briefly froze…the inner fibers of her spine electrified in return cooling the sustained headache, yet filling her with conflicting adrenaline and stimulating mania…it was chaos…beyond reason…
“…you too”.
…but still was all she wanted.
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