Making Hate

Let me put on a show for you. 
Let me show you my soul so you can show me yours.
Let me light your fire so you can burn your fingertips.

“I don’t love you anymore,” she whispered as soon as she was sure he was sleeping, before turning her bedside lamp out and curling up next to him.

“I don’t love you either,” he yawned as he rose at 7 am the next morning, sure that she was in the shower and that the water would muffle his words. 

“I burned your toast on purpose,” she sang with the song on the radio as he was washing his breakfast plate.

“I washed the dishes with cold water so you’ll have to wash them all over again as soon as I’m gone,” he waved from his soundproof car interior. 

“I threw your favorite tie in the dryer so it would get ruined,” she giggled as she hung up the phone after he called to make sure she remembered to pay the electrical bill.

“I picture the new intern at the office every time we screw,” he thought as he turned to his computer after talking with her on the phone.

“I hope you’re wearing those brown corduroy pants so I can tell you that you need to lose weight,” he said as he got into his car to go home from work. 

“I wish you crashed your car on the way home, so the insurance would pay out to me,” she whistled while taking his coat from him and hooking it on the rack.

“I’m sleeping with someone else,” he sneezed as she over-peppered his steak at dinnertime.

“I never liked your parents and I wish your sister would die slowly and painfully of cancer,” she hissed as he rose to go to the living room, leaving her to clear the table and wash the dishes.

“I only married you because you were great in the sack,” he grunted as he lounged into the sofa.

“I want a divorce,” she caressed into his shoulders while watching TV together. 

“I hate the way you smell,” he smirked as they brushed their teeth side by side before getting into bed.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, baby.”

They kissed, lingered, then kissed again, turned the lights out and rolled over to find one another in the dark. They edged towards the warmth of the other’s body, finding the perfect combination of crevice and protrusion to fit like puzzle pieces. They made love quietly but fiercely and fell asleep cradling one another in the smell of sweat and utter repulsion.

Published by Jana

My two big loves are food and writing.

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