You can’t let go of the smooth surface, you slide off without holding on, you see yourself reflected in her lifeless eyes, no more danger here. The feeling of dull superiority fills you, mixed with numb forlornness.
There was a time, you can’t remember exactly when you could feel your heart beating in your chest. It used to be warm there, long ago. The heartbeat became an arrhythmia, now it beats inevitably at the same pace.
Untouched by life, you also slowly left dying behind. Immortal shall be your lifelessness, like plastic, rotproof. In perfect numbness you gaze at her, she stares back. Your eyes meet habitually, without making contact. The blue of her eyes is washed out now, without any sparkle, your gazes return to each other’s, pass each other by, no longer even lingering on the surface.
There was a time when there was a hook. It once dug into your flesh and got under your skin. You no longer remember when or why it came loose because you had grown accustomed to the dull pain and the open wound. As long as you didn’t move, you forgot about it and didn’t even feel the pain. And so you just stopped moving, and what remained was an almost imperceptible pounding that barely penetrated the surface.
When you look at her now, you don’t see her. And she doesn’t see you. And yet you live side by side, almost rot-proof. And your plastic hearts beat in the same tact.