[bloody kisses]: 558.Contest Entries.Writing For the Love of It - April

She’s so beautiful, but he hides. She’s smooth like air, he holds inside. Ademie sings like waters, gliding away, Demwork sways to the beat, but in the shadows he stays. Demwork is a man that doesn’t want to be, people try to change him, but he wants to be free. Ademie is her own catharsis, his own too. She holds the secrets that are known only to few. Her motto is simple, “Never hide, never lie, never hold back, never compromise.” His is Garbage, but a beautiful voice – lyrics, “Trying to figure out if he’s a girl or he’s a boy…”*

So Ademie’s out on the street, sparking a cigarette waiting for traffic to peak. Her blood brother is hiding in an alley, shyness surrounding, and aura of deny…

But Ademie’s a man as well as a woman, she knows the streets, knows the people, knows the sunset, knows the … opened she hides, scars beautiful and light, digging deep into her skin, it’s starting over again. No body wants to claim to a drag queen, but no one will out her, no one will stop her, no one will bare him, to show the truth within…He is a woman, and his own self, his love is his, and no else’s. She doesn’t care, he cares too much, he wants more, she just wants her fun.

So Ademie’s out on the street, sparking a cigarette waiting for traffic to peak. Her blood brother, he’s not shy no more. He’s got a knife – of words - and he’s waiting for someone to implore…

He twitches with anxiety, severely hoping to set somebody free – let them see, just not obscene, no more fees, he’s got something to bring. Ademie just thinks he’s being a queer, being loony, looking for fear, holding onto near, someone that doesn’t exist. But a walker stalks up, see what’s holding, see who open. He questions Ademie, Demwork pops out, the man’s drunk again, smelling, abhorrent, dung-like. Unless you’re like Demwork and had a reason for use, you should never do what he chooses. Ademie is scared but she doesn’t move an inch, she crawls back inside, and Demwork walks a bit. An inch, a yard, a meter. A foot, a holler, a hiding queer. But no one cares but those two, and everyone hides as if they knew…

So Ademie’s out on the street, sparking a cigarette waiting for traffic to peak. Her blood brother is walking by her side, making sure nothing happens and it’s all a night. Nice enough to see the sky, the stars are hidden with all the light. But it’s all light, it doesn’t matter, in this city there’s all the liars.

Waiting for time to reach, the happy medium where he can be, the person he wants to see, hold the one the loves so much, and sit down for a nice lunch – forgetting how they got the money, him and Ademie are waiting for a day so sunny that they don’t have to work. And they can just be…they can just be free.




* “Bleed Like Me” by Garbage, album Bleed Like Me 2005