Communion

by Marcia Elena


Title: Communion

Author: Marcia Elena

Email: marciaelena@hegalplace.com

Keywords: M/K, Mulder's POV

Spoilers: None... or all?

Rating: R

Summary: Mulder seeks to join Alex

Written for a 155 Words/Song Lyric challenge, July 21, 2002

Disclaimer: CC, blah blah... 1013, blah, blah... not mine, whaaaa!!!!!!!

Author's notes: Thanks to Sin, who suggested the perfect, perfect title.


Communion
by Marcia Elena

The earth is warm above your grave.

I lay on it, limbs outstreched, ear to the ground. I hear you call to me with the voice of a million slithering things, a thousand unuttered cries. Pain and rage and fear and hate and love. I hang on to the love, my slowing heart beating its answer down to you, I'm coming, I'm coming, blood pulsing out of my wrists and momentarily quenching your thirst.

A storm is brewing far above me, thunder roiling then bursting into lightning. I close my eyes and wait for the approaching rain (the color of your eyes), smell it in the air. I yearn for the punishing drops to pound my flesh into the ground, to help me sink a little further into your embrace. Where I belong.

I can feel your impatience pulling at me. Almost, I gasp.

Rain falls.

Blood trickles, stops.

Wind sighs, there.

Dark whispers, here.


Six Underground (Sneaker Pimps)

Take me down, six underground
The ground beneath your feet
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought down here So far off losing out round here
Overground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
To way high up your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be
Don't think 'cos I understand - I care Don't think 'cos I'm talking - we're friends Overground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace

Tuck me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap

I fake my life like I've lived too much I take whatever you're given - not enough Overground, watch this space
I'm open

I fake my life like I've lived too much I take whatever you're given - not enough Overground, watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace
 

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