Gar’dumor’s Truth (A Drabble Series, Part 10)

My fingers brush against the diamond. And I am the island.

Soil for flesh, rivers for veins. Me.

Every flutter of wings, every step of paws. Mine.

Tingles of pleasure. Pricks of pain. I feel it all—the most salacious overwhelm. So, I don’t let go.

Twisted, wrong faces burst from the gems with gnarled, grasping claws like ruby-roots—emeralds, sapphires, amethysts too. I have no fear for them.

But…amidst my everything, where is she?

“Demitra!”

I grunt, try to pull away. Can’t.

Hello. A warm voice like sun-washed petals. How nice—

“Stop!” Demitra’s voice…

—To meet you—

“Gar’—”

—dumor…