Vanishing Line

Non-Descript Indian Guy searched his vanishing line, but forever was not there. Trailing the horizon with a finger and a feather, he watched clouds unravel behind his touch. The burning amber sun seared across his eyes like cataracts. He could feel the warmth of its touch upon his face. It seemed to burn his fingers as he reached out and formed its light.

Below the clouds, Non-Descript Indian Guy found his forever. Resting exhausted from the hunt, fresh blood still drying on her long, tan arms, she stared up at him. Surprised by his presence, she eyed him with the hunger of a predator. From the blood that trailed from her cheek, he could see she had had her fill. Yet, those eyes told him of a thirst that would never diminish. She saw him, visible, naked – a fawn before her, begging for slaughter. He could see forever in those eyes and it consumed him.