richard siken sentence starters.

    HOW WAS HE TO KNOW … ?  with vision depleted and useless,  unfamiliar to the warmth and complexity of this galaxy’s complicated spectrum  ( of vibrancy, saturation, of the liveliness lurking within all those who dwell and inhibit THE STARS and beyond )  and eyes he might as well physically claw out with his own hands, how was he to know.  he, of all beings, had the privilege of bedding the most beautiful creature within this galaxy.  will you?, she asks him with persistence of an impatient child wanting their way.  and her way she shall have, as always. 

      he reflects on how his hands and his mouth have memorized every inch, every detail of her in such a way that he can almost, almost paint the masterpiece image by himself.  devoid of color, he can recognize the shapely figure  —–  bone-thin shoulders and jutting hip bones, sinew muscle and length of her abdomen, the soft flesh of her bosom and the roughened surface where wounds inflicted upon still-healing ones or lingering scars remain. and to think of the melodic rhythm of her heartbeat and the sickly sweet nature of her voice at her most tender hour silenced suddenly, never to start again  ———-  the mere thought alone, he freezes. where warmth and bloodflow halt, growing cold beneath calloused and immense hands of his hold.  WILL YOU LOVE ME AS I ROT? … would he dare remain and witness the rites to her burial  ( were she granted such a reward )  and watch her wither, as all plucked flowers inevitably do so.  watch her vivaciousness and wickedness diminish into nothing but bones and ash?  

           ❛   i love you enough to follow you,  should that day come.  ❜  always dodging or disregarding,  as though the power which they were both DRUNK upon could grant them immortality.  he responses with such haste, it is clear he never likes to think of these things. why must she insist of being so morbid when attempting means of romance?