The vortex seemed to swallow her whole. The blood on her face hers. It was thick. Molasses. A scream ripped from her throat, slicing the air. Another invisible talon clawed through her chest. Its four iron tips seamlessly cutting through her flesh. More blood. She didn't run. Didn't attempt to escape. No bonds were holding … Continue reading Sacrificial.
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A Witch and a Lycan: episode uno.
A haughty, arrogant, bitch. She knew she was. Knew it full well. It's what made her so damn fucking enticing to him. He was fatally attracted. He always found magic fascinating. And knowing she was a witch...well fuck. Did he need any other explanation? Her hair flowed. Cascading down her back in a stream of … Continue reading A Witch and a Lycan: episode uno.
A Promise of More.
Today I was walking. Flawless teardrops frozen on my face. Frozen from the biting wind hurling itself against my exposed flesh. Gruelling. Step by step I walked. I walked until I could no longer see where I was going. Lashes frozen shut. Fingers stiff. Unmoving. I tried to look behind me. Tried to crane my … Continue reading A Promise of More.
The Moment.
There was a moment we were together. Do you remember? I couldn't think of that word. I couldn't think at all. My body was frozen. Panicked. Panting. Crying. You recognized it instantly. Realizing that no, this was not play. This was real. Very, very real. I was petrified. I remember trying so hard not to … Continue reading The Moment.
A Living Storm.
She screamed into the cyclone. Hair whipping around her face. Tearing at her skin. She cursed the gods as pellets of ice sprayed her torn face. The wind around her swirled wickedly. Faster. Faster. A deadly storm. That’s what she was. Fatal. Lethal. Spit flew from her chapped lips as she hurled curse after curse … Continue reading A Living Storm.
The One Whom My Soul Loves.
Steadfast. Strong. Steady. Weak. Shaken. Vulnerable. Lost. Who says you have to choose? Who says you have to hide? I see you. I have seen the unveiling. I have peeked behind your heavy curtains. I have witnessed the backstage happenings. Putting on your mask of security. That chiseled mask you have been taught to wear. … Continue reading The One Whom My Soul Loves.
Day 2.
Sleep evades me. Like two akin magnets. The wheels don’t stop. Round and round and round they go. Like the wheels on the bus. Numbness settles in. Like a long lost relative, finally coming home. Nothing feels real. Nothing feels certain. Nothing feels stable. It’s still easy to hide though. The plastic smile distracts curious … Continue reading Day 2.
Hauntings of the Unasked.
Oh what we would hear if only we asked. And maybe we do, but we don’t really want to know. We don’t really want elaboration. We like simple questions with simple answers. But oh how intelligent we are! How smart and cunning! But don’t ask anything too hard. Anything that will require some attention drawn … Continue reading Hauntings of the Unasked.
It.
It’s heavy. The weight of it pushing down. Down. Down. It’s crushing. Yet comforting. To be wrapped in a shawl of isolation. To enter a limbo that’s been created out of necessity. To enter and get lost. To get lost in the dark reality. And dark it is. It’s nothing. It’s eternal. It’s unnoticeable. Easy … Continue reading It.
Resurrected.
A single flickering flame. A candle down to its last few minutes. I hold it with shaking hands. Tears streaming feeely down my cheeks. The darkness is enveloping. It’s closing in. Quickly. Pressing against my chest. I can’t breathe. The flame sways. The wick; smaller and smaller. The ebony will suffocate the light. The last … Continue reading Resurrected.
Uncensored Eloquence 