SHE: 1,2,3
HIM: 4,5,6
HER: 7,8,9
SHE: 10,11,12
HIM: 13,14,15
SHE: 16, 17
HER: 18
HIM: 19,20
SHE: 21. Shit!
HER: Will you?
Are you?
Which will it be?
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
HER: Will you?
Is she?
Which will it be?
SHE: So I slipped off my pumps…..
One at a time
Let them drop, wriggling my bare toes on the coarse wet wood, cool under the pink soles of my feet.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I dropped the handset back into its cradle and tentatively let my tongue slip along my bottom lip, making it gleam with moisture; the gentle fizz of anticipation and excitement bubbling up from my stomach as an aftertaste of his breath on the line.
I hadn't been serious
When I screwed up my face, wrinkling my nose, as the backdoor yawned open, threatening to give me away.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I eased my fingers down over the gnarled and frayed hem, sliding the fabric up my thighs til it bunched up into a fist full of creases at the top of my thigh. Not even when I swung my leg over the cross bar and standing up, pushed down on the pedal.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I took a man-sized swig of Kiwi 20/20, let it scorch down my throat, fuelling my bravado, voiced in giggles.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I triumphantly announced 21, apathetically tossed them dare with a shrug.
I hadn't been serious
When I swung off the track between the trees, gravel crunching under the swerve of my sun bleached, salt bitten tyres.
I hadn't been serious
When I let the handle slip from my grasp, its hollow frame clattering onto the grey stone, waving to them as it landed.
(Pause)
Her: I don't believe you
Do you think she will?
She always does
I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I could feel their eyes on my feet willing my nakedness to travel past my knees and infect the rest of me.
I could almost/
HER: See
Smell
Sense
SHE: Their breath catching
Shallow
Eyes wide, on the brink of belief.
HIM: Not him though
Breath streaming out of his nose like a stallion
Only still. Calm. His faith steadfast, she could sense it.
His eyes like polished chocolate never left hers.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My denim mini and cropped, faded Tee, folded neatly in a pile on the coarse wood boards.
Black cotton pants sitting on top like a twisted knotty whipped topping. Her flip flops carelessly discarded, huddled beside.
HIM: Behind him their scuffed and raggy school shoes mumbled, toes to her.
Fidgeting, fumbling, secretly towards him
Towards her.
He could feel them pulling tight around him in a gaggle.
Their anticipation prickling the back of his neck, tongues trapped in suspense.
His polished chocolate eyes never left hers.
SHE: I turned my back and curled my toes to grip the unfinished wood, on the end, raw and splintered. Spray dowsing my lips with its stingy salty kiss. I imagined it was his excitement I could taste.
I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My skin puckered into millions of tiny pimples as the wind slipped around me. Wrapping me in its evening song grasp.
HER: Will she?
Whisper
Hold your breath
SHE: I closed my eyes, lifted my heels, rocking my naked pink, puckered body towards the nothingness of the milky green rhapsody.
Teasing them, it, him, myself
And let them root again.
(Pause)
1,2
HIM: 3,4,5
HER: 6
SHE: 7,8,9
HIM: 10,11
HER: 12
SHE: 13,14
HIM: 15,16,17
HER: 18, 19,20
SHE: 21! Shit.
(Pause)
I never could say no, not when it mattered.
(Pause)
So I jumped.
HIM: Cold
Biting
Wet
Silence
Disappear
His chocolate, polished eyes, never left hers
Bubbles
Wet
Cold
Wet
Disappear
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
HER: Will you?
Are you?
Which will it be?
SHE: I surfaced
HIM: His polished, chocolate eyes never left hers…hers.
Gulping
Gasping
Sharp air
Bursting through the green, green surface
Her naked pink toes propelling her up, up
His polished chocolate eyes never left hers….hers.
HER: Closer
Whisper
Don't breath
Will she?
Are you?
Don't breath.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered
His polished chocolate eyes on me, steadfast stallion in his faith.
HIM: Pulled up tight around him in a gaggle
jaws slack, mouths wide and gaping
SHE: I surfaced like a bobbing Holy Mary mother of God
A naked pink beacon
The flesh incarnate
Dripping wet defender of his faith
Him, you, you.
HIM: Gaping, slack, lolling tongues they looked on.
Not him though, his polished chocolate eyes on her, on her.
Drinking her up, setting fire to her intestines
Flames, licking and tickling her lust. He could taste the same salt that clung to her body, his siren song of the sea. Still he stood, his eyes on hers, on her. Touching her with his gaze but his fingers stayed siren
Clean.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I climbed up refusing their outstretched fingers, that green, green liquid fleeing my flesh as I hauled up and onto the coarse, wet wood.
HIM: His polished chocolate eyes on her, hers.
SHE: 1,2,3
HER: Will she?
SHE: 4,5,6
HIM: His polished chocolate eyes on her, hers.
16:30 Makers Diary: Woman text draft two
HIM: Cascading through the skylight, the moon danced across her cheek, reflecting in her green eyes as she spun. Seductive and lilting to the melody. Meandering and weaving like lazy beasts through the brush, the glowing candles cast their reflections on the flock wall paper. Her laugh melting into the air like liquid chocolate, rich and smooth. God I want her. (beat) Her scent radiating, washing over me as I let myself fall into her. Her, she, my lover, mother to be. Bare toes pushing off the carpet as she spun, whirling, infecting me with her pleasure. God I want her
HER: They danced. Tight to one another, rhythmic flesh on flesh, becoming whole with the ambience of the moment. He leant in, brushing her neck with his lips, pushing her hair back from her face. He tipped his head and closed his eyes in readiness of his lips on hers.
SHE: There's something I need to tell you.
HIM: Shhh
HER: He kissed her, long, deep and full-bodied.
(They kiss for a long while. Once they stop she whispers in his ear and the kissing turns to a struggle. She is trying to cling to him and he is trying to push her away. He pushes her hard onto the floor…there is a very long pause as they both catch their breaths and she gets up.)
Standing there before him, eyes wide, so vulnerable and broken.
Tears making their blue grey mascara trickle across her high flushed cheeks; gracing the edge of her lips and then absorbing into her collar.
Her, she, gasping, rasping in a whisper she extends her hand towards him and pleads.
HIM: "Don't go" she begged as I threw my eyes to the floor avoiding her watery gaze. I couldn't answer, couldn't look. Her, she; the swelling dark welt spreading around her left eye.
SHE: Look at me
(She extends her hand to touch his but can't reach.)
You fuck! (Beat) You fucker.
Look at me when I am talking to you.
If you walk out that door its over. Do you hear me? If you leave were through. Are you fucking hearing me?
You can't even bear the sight of me can you? Can you?
Say something, anything, don't just stand there. Fuck.
Please.
HER: Her hand still extended, she stood rooted to the floor, shaking, her body shuddering, frail and needing; racked with silent weeping. Her eyes boring into the top of his head, willing him to her.
HIM: I couldn't move, keeping my eyes on my shifting naked, bloody feet. Shards of green glass and thin maroon liquid adorning the floor in a crystal carpet of rubble. But still I can't face her. Her, she, that malignant swelling flesh around her wide, wet eye.
SHE: Say something, don't just ignore me, I can't bear it.
Look at me
Christ what the fuck do you want me to say.
Say something. Speak, yell, anything please.
I'm sorry.
HER: she stepped forward, only a little, tentative, rocking into movement. The crystal green glass sheen crunching under her weight, pressing into her soles releasing scarlet bubbles onto her milky skin. She touched his hand, a brush with her fingers but she didn't take hold.
SHE: It doesn't matter.
Please don't do this.
HIM: I drew away, her cold delicate long fingers churning my stomach.
I swung my body clumsily to the side, retching, heaving and I vomited. Once, twice; my puke spreading out amongst the glass blood and shallow maroon lake.
SHE: Please baby, I…
HER: She dropped to her knees and wailed, wretched, lost and broken, yowling her pain to the vaulted ceiling; her floral print dress stretched tight across her bump, her unborn flesh. She laid her hands flat, palms to the floor as she wept.
HIM: I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, took a shallow breath, bile burning in my nostrils. I stood upright and put my back to her. Her, she, my lover, mother to be and that, (beat) that black puffy wet eye. I began to make for the door, slowly, lumbering, so heavy and sore.
SHE: Go on then, piss off, that's it fuck off.
Useless fucking cunt (beat) get out.
HER: As he moved to the door, she leapt up, lunged at his back, holding him to her, to her body, to her bump.
HIM: I was stuck
SHE: I didn't mean it, don't leave. Please (beat) please, shit, don't go. Fuck, you know I, I mean, fuck, fuck. You can't I need you, we need you.
HER: she held him to her, clinging, her limbs wrapped about his sore, bleeding body, her head resting, no nestling in his damp sweaty hair.
SHE: Don't go! Don't leave me.
Oh god, don't leave us.
HER: She flailed and clung as he wrenched at her limbs.
She flailed and clung, her, she, his lover, mother to be.
Her, she, his lover, mother to be.
SHE: (Screams)
HIM: 4,5,6
HER: 7,8,9
SHE: 10,11,12
HIM: 13,14,15
SHE: 16, 17
HER: 18
HIM: 19,20
SHE: 21. Shit!
HER: Will you?
Are you?
Which will it be?
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
HER: Will you?
Is she?
Which will it be?
SHE: So I slipped off my pumps…..
One at a time
Let them drop, wriggling my bare toes on the coarse wet wood, cool under the pink soles of my feet.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I dropped the handset back into its cradle and tentatively let my tongue slip along my bottom lip, making it gleam with moisture; the gentle fizz of anticipation and excitement bubbling up from my stomach as an aftertaste of his breath on the line.
I hadn't been serious
When I screwed up my face, wrinkling my nose, as the backdoor yawned open, threatening to give me away.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I eased my fingers down over the gnarled and frayed hem, sliding the fabric up my thighs til it bunched up into a fist full of creases at the top of my thigh. Not even when I swung my leg over the cross bar and standing up, pushed down on the pedal.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I took a man-sized swig of Kiwi 20/20, let it scorch down my throat, fuelling my bravado, voiced in giggles.
I hadn't been serious
Not when I triumphantly announced 21, apathetically tossed them dare with a shrug.
I hadn't been serious
When I swung off the track between the trees, gravel crunching under the swerve of my sun bleached, salt bitten tyres.
I hadn't been serious
When I let the handle slip from my grasp, its hollow frame clattering onto the grey stone, waving to them as it landed.
(Pause)
Her: I don't believe you
Do you think she will?
She always does
I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I could feel their eyes on my feet willing my nakedness to travel past my knees and infect the rest of me.
I could almost/
HER: See
Smell
Sense
SHE: Their breath catching
Shallow
Eyes wide, on the brink of belief.
HIM: Not him though
Breath streaming out of his nose like a stallion
Only still. Calm. His faith steadfast, she could sense it.
His eyes like polished chocolate never left hers.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My denim mini and cropped, faded Tee, folded neatly in a pile on the coarse wood boards.
Black cotton pants sitting on top like a twisted knotty whipped topping. Her flip flops carelessly discarded, huddled beside.
HIM: Behind him their scuffed and raggy school shoes mumbled, toes to her.
Fidgeting, fumbling, secretly towards him
Towards her.
He could feel them pulling tight around him in a gaggle.
Their anticipation prickling the back of his neck, tongues trapped in suspense.
His polished chocolate eyes never left hers.
SHE: I turned my back and curled my toes to grip the unfinished wood, on the end, raw and splintered. Spray dowsing my lips with its stingy salty kiss. I imagined it was his excitement I could taste.
I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
My skin puckered into millions of tiny pimples as the wind slipped around me. Wrapping me in its evening song grasp.
HER: Will she?
Whisper
Hold your breath
SHE: I closed my eyes, lifted my heels, rocking my naked pink, puckered body towards the nothingness of the milky green rhapsody.
Teasing them, it, him, myself
And let them root again.
(Pause)
1,2
HIM: 3,4,5
HER: 6
SHE: 7,8,9
HIM: 10,11
HER: 12
SHE: 13,14
HIM: 15,16,17
HER: 18, 19,20
SHE: 21! Shit.
(Pause)
I never could say no, not when it mattered.
(Pause)
So I jumped.
HIM: Cold
Biting
Wet
Silence
Disappear
His chocolate, polished eyes, never left hers
Bubbles
Wet
Cold
Wet
Disappear
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
HER: Will you?
Are you?
Which will it be?
SHE: I surfaced
HIM: His polished, chocolate eyes never left hers…hers.
Gulping
Gasping
Sharp air
Bursting through the green, green surface
Her naked pink toes propelling her up, up
His polished chocolate eyes never left hers….hers.
HER: Closer
Whisper
Don't breath
Will she?
Are you?
Don't breath.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered
His polished chocolate eyes on me, steadfast stallion in his faith.
HIM: Pulled up tight around him in a gaggle
jaws slack, mouths wide and gaping
SHE: I surfaced like a bobbing Holy Mary mother of God
A naked pink beacon
The flesh incarnate
Dripping wet defender of his faith
Him, you, you.
HIM: Gaping, slack, lolling tongues they looked on.
Not him though, his polished chocolate eyes on her, on her.
Drinking her up, setting fire to her intestines
Flames, licking and tickling her lust. He could taste the same salt that clung to her body, his siren song of the sea. Still he stood, his eyes on hers, on her. Touching her with his gaze but his fingers stayed siren
Clean.
SHE: I never could say no, well not when it mattered.
I climbed up refusing their outstretched fingers, that green, green liquid fleeing my flesh as I hauled up and onto the coarse, wet wood.
HIM: His polished chocolate eyes on her, hers.
SHE: 1,2,3
HER: Will she?
SHE: 4,5,6
HIM: His polished chocolate eyes on her, hers.
16:30 Makers Diary: Woman text draft two
HIM: Cascading through the skylight, the moon danced across her cheek, reflecting in her green eyes as she spun. Seductive and lilting to the melody. Meandering and weaving like lazy beasts through the brush, the glowing candles cast their reflections on the flock wall paper. Her laugh melting into the air like liquid chocolate, rich and smooth. God I want her. (beat) Her scent radiating, washing over me as I let myself fall into her. Her, she, my lover, mother to be. Bare toes pushing off the carpet as she spun, whirling, infecting me with her pleasure. God I want her
HER: They danced. Tight to one another, rhythmic flesh on flesh, becoming whole with the ambience of the moment. He leant in, brushing her neck with his lips, pushing her hair back from her face. He tipped his head and closed his eyes in readiness of his lips on hers.
SHE: There's something I need to tell you.
HIM: Shhh
HER: He kissed her, long, deep and full-bodied.
(They kiss for a long while. Once they stop she whispers in his ear and the kissing turns to a struggle. She is trying to cling to him and he is trying to push her away. He pushes her hard onto the floor…there is a very long pause as they both catch their breaths and she gets up.)
Standing there before him, eyes wide, so vulnerable and broken.
Tears making their blue grey mascara trickle across her high flushed cheeks; gracing the edge of her lips and then absorbing into her collar.
Her, she, gasping, rasping in a whisper she extends her hand towards him and pleads.
HIM: "Don't go" she begged as I threw my eyes to the floor avoiding her watery gaze. I couldn't answer, couldn't look. Her, she; the swelling dark welt spreading around her left eye.
SHE: Look at me
(She extends her hand to touch his but can't reach.)
You fuck! (Beat) You fucker.
Look at me when I am talking to you.
If you walk out that door its over. Do you hear me? If you leave were through. Are you fucking hearing me?
You can't even bear the sight of me can you? Can you?
Say something, anything, don't just stand there. Fuck.
Please.
HER: Her hand still extended, she stood rooted to the floor, shaking, her body shuddering, frail and needing; racked with silent weeping. Her eyes boring into the top of his head, willing him to her.
HIM: I couldn't move, keeping my eyes on my shifting naked, bloody feet. Shards of green glass and thin maroon liquid adorning the floor in a crystal carpet of rubble. But still I can't face her. Her, she, that malignant swelling flesh around her wide, wet eye.
SHE: Say something, don't just ignore me, I can't bear it.
Look at me
Christ what the fuck do you want me to say.
Say something. Speak, yell, anything please.
I'm sorry.
HER: she stepped forward, only a little, tentative, rocking into movement. The crystal green glass sheen crunching under her weight, pressing into her soles releasing scarlet bubbles onto her milky skin. She touched his hand, a brush with her fingers but she didn't take hold.
SHE: It doesn't matter.
Please don't do this.
HIM: I drew away, her cold delicate long fingers churning my stomach.
I swung my body clumsily to the side, retching, heaving and I vomited. Once, twice; my puke spreading out amongst the glass blood and shallow maroon lake.
SHE: Please baby, I…
HER: She dropped to her knees and wailed, wretched, lost and broken, yowling her pain to the vaulted ceiling; her floral print dress stretched tight across her bump, her unborn flesh. She laid her hands flat, palms to the floor as she wept.
HIM: I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, took a shallow breath, bile burning in my nostrils. I stood upright and put my back to her. Her, she, my lover, mother to be and that, (beat) that black puffy wet eye. I began to make for the door, slowly, lumbering, so heavy and sore.
SHE: Go on then, piss off, that's it fuck off.
Useless fucking cunt (beat) get out.
HER: As he moved to the door, she leapt up, lunged at his back, holding him to her, to her body, to her bump.
HIM: I was stuck
SHE: I didn't mean it, don't leave. Please (beat) please, shit, don't go. Fuck, you know I, I mean, fuck, fuck. You can't I need you, we need you.
HER: she held him to her, clinging, her limbs wrapped about his sore, bleeding body, her head resting, no nestling in his damp sweaty hair.
SHE: Don't go! Don't leave me.
Oh god, don't leave us.
HER: She flailed and clung as he wrenched at her limbs.
She flailed and clung, her, she, his lover, mother to be.
Her, she, his lover, mother to be.
SHE: (Screams)
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