Pursuit via @purplesgem1

This is inspired a lot by Sylvia Plath’s poem “Pursuit”–the bold italicized sections are from that. Purple’s Gem’s image is magic too!

There is a panther stalks me down:

One day I’ll have my death of him;

His greed has set the woods aflame,

He prowls more lordly than the sun.

He was relentless.

It was exactly like fragments of Sylvia Plath’s “Pursuit.”

He stalked her down.

She left the fancy apartment on Fifth Avenue and she saw the car—she knew that car. How was he there? Why was he there?

She knew why.

I hurl my heart to halt his pace,

To quench his thirst I squander blood;

He eats, and still his need seeks food,

Compels a total sacrifice.

She tried to pretend she did not see him, but like a Black Maria approaching–she could not deny her fate. Cara was not strong enough when he got out of the car.

“Cara Mia,” he said, getting out of the car.

Cara froze—she was afraid to move because if she did she knew she would end up in his arms.

“Don’t you have to drive someone somewhere?” she tried on a huffy demeanor—it did not fit.

“Cara…”

He was like a panther at close range, his eyes intense and he always looked like he was ready to pounce. The heat of his eyes and body so close to her broke down her will.

“Come…” he purred, with his mouth and fingers.

“Nothing is going to change Ted, we have been over this over and over again…” she shook her head helplessly, and he pulled her close to him when her tears came.

I shut my doors on that dark guilt,

I bolt the door, each door I bolt.

Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:

The panther’s tread is on the stairs,

Coming up and up the stairs.

Cara cried when he left—she knew he had to this time, but she still cried. That underwater feeling flooded her again, as she tried to come to grips with what had happened—what would keep happening.

If he came to her, and she looked in his eyes. If she looked at any part of him she would not be able to resist him.

He knew it too, he pinpointed her weakness and took advantage of it.

She could still smell him, feel the sweat of him on her fingers from when they made love. He looked at her in that way that promised everything, but nothing as she grabbed his ass while he moved inside of her. She was ashamed that him inside of her at that moment had been everything.

Dark tears wet her face and her sheets, when she heard someone come up her stairs afraid it was him again knowing it wasn’t…

…for now.

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