A gust of window came through my window, carrying the scent of wet road and smog. A typical Mexico City afternoon, wet and cool. I got up to shut it before the heavy rain could drench my room like a monsoon careering through. As I walked closer to the window, a woman dressed in a white gown, heavy black makeup smeared on her eyes, floated to the top of the apartment building across from me. She was radiating the scarce suns rays directly off her greyish and porcelain skin. Floating in mid air through the aura of polluted rain clouds. A satellite.
I gasped at what altered state of reality I was witnessing, pulling back from the edge but not losing view. That was until her eyes caught me in the orbit of their sight… and I felt them take hold. Fly as she might, her feather like body softly glided through the cityscape in my direction. I couldn’t bare to move an inch from the periphery of my window. I held my breath and let her through, her aura slowly taking over my darkened room. Soon enough the details of her being became more clear… drenched in down pour, blue veins shining through her grey and thin skin. Her gown torn and stained. Those eyes could kill you with a sight.
“Ayúdame, mi amor… mi corazón..” she sobbed as she stayed floating in place between myself and the window. Watering the marigolds with her very own rain, she reached deep into her chest and pulled out her heart. It was made from pure obsidian, black as ether, solid as void. Her arm stretched out to me, as if to offer me the very essence of her wandering spirit… it was cold and distant. Upon a touch I pictured visions of her dreary and traumatic experiences, every life she had every lived… I saw it all.
With her hands she drew a circle on my chest… a black hole then manifested for me to feed. “Toma mi dolor… and you will live for an eternity.” So together holding her heart of stone, we pushed it through my chest. When my heart was then replaced, the wound closed itself and could no longer breathe. Just like me… who hasn’t taken a deep breath in a thousand years. Now I float through the city, hoping to give away my heart of obsidian. To no avail…
© The Black Lotus