Doubt

She glistened like a waterfall, eyes smouldering like lightning. My objective might've been overwrought. I should've reconsidered. Too late now. Wind whipping like a howling wolf, we plunged into the ripe imbalance, delicate like insects and bones.

"Watch me," she whispered, words siphoned strength plucked from airs I'd thought lost.

Kneeling, I watched, rain lashing my skin, embers falling away like detritus floating in a compass of ocean.

"Your turn," she imposed, her mouth poisoned sweet honey dripping succulent agony. I quavered, my muscles taught with resistance like civil war. Do I still hate myself for what I couldn't do?