The Golden Cabin

She stared out into the wooded hillside, hands gripping the hot mug without the realization that what he left within her was already gaining its grip on her soul. Inside She felt empty as the big old house she stood in now. Every creak and utter as the house shifted with the forces of nature outside. She stood there lost in a wandering thought of what she left behind in the city.

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She was happy she decided to go for a brisk evening walk down to the lake, it was surprisingly warm and the light breeze through her hair made her feel free. The crunching of the many hued leaves beneath her feet, made her hum a little tune as she gracefully traversed the path through the trees.

Her mind wandering, lost in the thoughts of the city, the man she so loved, the loss she felt. She wasn’t phased by the small tear on her leg, as she itched it absent minded, drawing just a little crimson to the surface to stain her jeans.

Lost in her memories or what memories she was able to recall, as she wandered down the path towards the deep, cool lake.

As she stepped out of the tree-line to the flower lined stone path she noticed a bench on the right, she didn’t remember that being there. Must have been something that John had added over the years. She stopped to sit for just a few moments as the sun began its dance of decent.

She found herself swaying back and forth in the breeze along with the branch’s of the pine and willow trees that caressed the shore of the lakes edge.

She woke sometime later, how much time had passed she wasn’t sure, only now it was dark and the air smelled heated, salty. It almost had the aroma of burning, yet as she gazed around all she saw were the twinkling of the House lights through the trees and the little lighted pathway through the woods.

Her thigh ached with a burning, tearing that was now prominent in her mind as her vision began to blur and her body began to weaken. Caught off guard she opened her eyes wide to see that she had fallen against the hard sodden ground.She must have hit a rock or the bench as her hue was tinted a bloody red.

Her head began to throb as the lake laps licked at the shoreline. Her mind running through its own maze of the past few weeks. Detectives at the door of the brownstone back in the city. The alarm blaring out it’s deafening tone making her head hurt. Looking at his body laying on the shimmering steel table. How could she identify that? There wasn’t much there, how dare they even ask. The blood that caked in his hair and the medical examiner telling her it was some kind of animal or so they thought.

Why was she still out here in the dark? She attempted to move her legs, she gasped, the pain that instantly shot up her legs from toes to hips felt like her legs had been replaced by swords and they were gouging into her waist as she tried to move.

She was twisted at an odd angle as she lay there on the ground. Tears falling, filling her eyes with crimson stains as the tears hit the stones of the walkway. With the last of her humanity was all that remained.

She did not hear the gnashing of teeth as they took grip on the back of her neck. She only felt the instant heat and stench of the breathe of the enraged beast as his teeth sank into her throat.

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Her mind raced through a million stills as the last of her brains energy sent off sputtering shrills of its existence. Her lifeless body lay there twisted and covered in a bloody tangle. As the moon slowly faded in the background over the weeping willows and pines. The birds began their cackle signifying dawn.

As the days passed and no one came to call. The sister vacation started off a little dull. They were all present in the kitchen, fresh brewed coffee drizzling into the pot. The aroma that filled the room gave Kim a nostalgic feeling. They were all so happy to meeting here, finally after last few years.

Jilly’s smartass humor kicked in just then. Wondering where that Sandy was she’d been here already for about week, why the hell wasn’t she in here for coffee. Very odd indeed. Kenj.’s eyes met with Jilly’s and they both filled their mugs. “Time for a walk ladies.”. As they exited the house.

They could see the sparkling reflection of the lake as they came down the pathway through the trees without spoken words they sat on the bench that been set beside the path. Sipping their coffee, as the sun sparkled. All three ladies sat quietly looking around.

Kim gasp as she was startled back by what she saw. A breeze began to blow and on it a whisper “I’ve missed you girls, so happy you could come.”.

Sandy, in all her glory smiling wide. Her hair perfectly golden hued petals in bloom, her body the most gorgeous green and she swayed in the breeze like a dancing queen and she smiled a smile it had been years since they had seen.

Tribute to my asylumsisters. As always with love and imagination~Phoenix

Luscious Lap

Kissing

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First touch of strong fingers entwined in mine, the warmth of skin through the crispness of your shirtsleeve, resting arm on arm. Butterflies tremble deep inside. The depth of your eyes magnetizing. Whispering in my ear all those magical things a woman longs to hear. The sweetness of your breathe on my neck awakens my skin endlessly.

Walking along hand in hand underneath the veil of moon kissed night. Resisting every ounce of desire to reach up and kiss you, infinitely.  The sensation of  heat radiating from your skin, as if heaven is bleeding through your shirt. Reaching the edge of the lake, tall oak trees enveloping us underneath their sturdy canopy.

Pressing my back against the course bark of the tree. The totality of senses heightened to an impassioned state clutching you close, lips converging as tongues plead longingly. The relevance of our bodies coupling firmly together as our kiss deepens in passionate urgency, igniting a spark within, my hands ensnaring  your arms.

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The buttons of your crisp shirt come undone one by one. Hearts pulsating firmly as our clothing collects on the ground. Sweet whispers as gentle breezes brush against heated bodies, stimulating skin. Exposing flesh to the open surroundings eagerly absorbing each other through slippery tongues.

Fingers gliding over supple skin as we lay on the blanket, the cool ground penetrating and desire burns its seductive flame, a whispery breathe calling your name. Your firmness rousing against wanting flesh. As the wetness of cool tongue traces and kisses at firm nipples. Sliding over quivering flesh as the path to ecstasy is traced. The rain beginning to pat softly, glistening our bare skin.

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The scent of you invigorating to me is intoxicatingly sweet, and spicy as it mixes with the freshness of the dampened grass. Lost in tender pleading kisses, those strong hands slowly moving higher along my thighs. Moistness interludes with the gentle swaying of hips. Tension builds as the coolness of lusts beckoning tongue lingers in moments of pleasure gliding fervently on tender skin as the rush of climactic moans and waves of clenching passion begin.

It is then that passion overcomes to penetration succumbs. The weight of your body bearing down, hand gently lifting my derriere from the ground as roles reverse. Deep eyes glistening looking into mine as slow passion builds the rain trickles down whetted skin. The feeling of fullness inside undeniable ecstasy as we commence on this slow, teasing ride.

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Possession Challenge- Desolate Decadence

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Heavy fog rolling in biting past the suns last glimmer, a deep and eerie shimmer.
As crisp autumn leaves crackle under feet, tis in the forest deep, where she shall roam
longing for her forever home.
Where at last she is set free, lost and forlorn, wandering. Gown of white now stained by moss and unrelenting time
Entering the twisted birch for a patch of trodden earth, to foray her rebirth
As visions creep entangling through her veins, as her final chapter rings.
Reaching, pleading with the strangling mist, beating the air with clenched fists.

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Her of hue no longer there seeped with red and tinged in sin, she calls beckoning him.
Release her there is no reprise from the anguish that boils inside.
One dance was all she stood, as demons grew from her rage taking her by veiled guise.
As she wanders down her abandoned path, insanity mounts her shattered soul twisting her compass from her grasp
A wicked demise as darkness settles before her eyes, all hope has gone as she screams on twisted lunatic binge
ripping at things she imagines there, tearing out the roots of her hair
Spinning, turning, her way obscured with haunted soul

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Spittle flying through the air, scarlet swells falling from her ears and demons scream in their silent ruse, penetrating her mind infused
As she twirls in sweet nocturnal grue reaching for who she was, now forever lost.
Wandering she stills her craze, under the oak reaching out to her, gnarly knotted, dark and drab, it’s here where she shall stay.
Where her place eternal be, where she can silently scream never-resting only babbling.
Hiding within the shadows playing round, hearing men and growling dogs as they come round.
They are looking to slay her demon ways.
Her banshee laugh not keeping them at bay.
As men round the tree and encompass thee, her voice rising with insanity.
As she screams and onlookers watch as the struggle ensues, watching her soul entwine with hell-bound sin
Looking on not one but two fighting inside a turbulent battle, soul against demon in frenzied struggle.
A village man taking claim, for it is her that he will claim. Put this notch up on his mantle, he slays demons winning battles.
As he reaches for his mark, she turns to him in the willowy dark, the voice spoke and he fell to his knees whilst her demonic cry exploded his tender eyes.
Insanity laughing, spoke in tongues as her demon shrills have won.

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Challenge Yourself- Healing Verse II

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Because I survive, I heal. This entire song perfection. I rise as a Phoenix does. From the pit of darkest ashes of smoldering pitch, I rise embolden in flames because I AM strength…

My Immortal By Evanescence 2004

I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave. Your presence still lingers here and it won’t leave me alone these wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just to real there’s just too much that time can not erase. When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears when you scream I’d fight away all your fears I held your hand throughout all of these years, but you still have all of me. You used captivate me by your resonating light, now I’m bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams your voice it chased away all the sanity in me these wounds won’t seem to heal this pain is just to real, there is just too much that time can not erase.

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Courting the Devil

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Heart racing in furious beat, sweat glistening on her forehead, in a moment of weakness as her heart wilted inside. Lifting her head slowly to the crimson splattered room, the tears began to roll down her checks in waves. In an instant her skin had fallen cold as she heaved in disgust and horror at the scene that unfolded before her.
Internally trembling as her center was removed and flowed through retching sobs, hitting in the floor in patters. Would she have the ability to recover from this unexpected terror that ripped her soul apart. Is there life after love.

These were the questions that would eventually hit her like the slap of cold steel across her face. Unable to hold his head, the tremendous hole left gaping, skin and matter melded into a thick and sticky goo. His blue crystal eyes now lifeless as his head laid back and his shoulders slumped. The girl fell to the floor in an unspoken, non existent thud, wrapping her arms around her knees, broken. Unable to take the pain, eventually shutting down and taking leave of her senses as she rocked herself into a deep dark chasm of unknown emptiness.

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She woke in darkness to a panicked screaming “NO NO NO”. It was emanating from her as she was running in circles. Stopped in her tracks by a silvery, smooth, deep voice addressing her “Don’t cry, there is nothing that your tears can purchase here my dear.” She felt the pressure and heat of his large hand on her shoulder, the singe of pain as it melted her skin. Her flesh crawling she fell to her knees, not noticing that as she hit the tarry ground the skin instantly melted away from her knees. His grasp never left her shoulder as he proceeded around until he was in front of her. His pointy finger nail ran across her cheek and sliced her skin like a razor, she was no longer able to cry.

Peering up into a face that was all too familiar with it’s blazing eyes and flesh of flaked armour, his sinister smile broke just then into a blood curdling laugh that shook the entire chasm. In that moment she saw around her all the many temptations she had triumphed over and remained grounded from. The garnet glow illuminating the charred rugged room gave her spectral visual orgasm as the snarling demon pierced her chest.

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His snarling growl echoed as the other, once human forms in their dismal eternal existence indulged in their sinful serenity, her heart still beating in his hand. Still squirting life giving substance covering his hand and splattering over her as she knelt there. Her eyes held disbelief and an unexpected emotion. The demons snarl quieted if only for a moment as he saw it deep in her green eyes. Something that he had not seen often. Her red hair cascading over her face almost made it seem a flicker of the last of her life as it drained, no this was something more. As she gazed at the hellish fiend, aware that she should have cease to exist minutes ago. It was a refusal from deep within her, not familiar with how this felt. She began to rise, the wound in her chest, where now only a glowing welt remained.  The organ that should have been there, charred in the hands of the hellion, cease to beat. Her insides trembled as she stood, facing her crimson heathen, whose snarl was now a true growling tangle of spear sharp daggers, spittle escaping down his elongated chin. She rose, no heartbeat driving her. She only tilted her head in wonder and terror as she looked with starry eyes into the engrossing red orbs of his.

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A flash of ruby red to her left caught her attention. She turned to see a sight that should have signed her right to expire right then, yet no tears came. She saw herself embraced in the arms of her lover. his hands ran through her hair, they kissed and smiled at each other. The sorrow at the vision that she was seeing should have ached terribly. Instead she turned to the demon, a welling drive pushing her, a soft voice in her head urging her “stand now”.

Her feet waned and she swayed on them as she met this cruel crimson stare. “NO. You demonic fool. I resign nothing to you. Have my heart for it no longer matters as you already deemed destruction of it when you claimed my man. Lest you forgot a little piece of every human puzzle. No matter how tragic the wreckage may be, there is this thing called will. You took my heart, you had my soul, you removed my center and now I look at you in this pit and stare into your glazed eyes, I will go on. The one thing that you can not have control over is the strength of ones will.”

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The Devil looked at her and the growl became a sinister smile. Reaching for her face he drew her near, uttering these words “You are mine, I will come again little one, I will come again and in time your so called will shall certainly wane and writher, you are weak.” As she faced him she gathered her strength as his hand covered her glowing welted chest and she crumbled to the ground.

Sometime had passed as she walked down the sidewalk, rain began fall softly, caressing her in a cool cascade. The man that was walking toward her wearing a black duster, she noticed but really hadn’t put thought into it. They exchanged smiles as they passed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him as she realized that she knew that smile of sharp tangled daggers. The man continued to walk away from her.

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She sat in the restaurant as her date for the evening slide into his chair across from her. The candles glow casting a warm glow on his face, his blue eyes allowing her heart to melt just a little as he smiled at her, he was beautiful. The man in the duster came in without haste, traversed from the door to the table as if he was floating. He came right to their table. Tilting his head at the red headed woman and snarled there was a loud scream as the newcomer pulled a large sharp knife from his duster and razed it’s shiny blade across her jugular. Her green eyes locked on her date. She was alert just long enough to see the sharp knife enter the center of her lovers throat.

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The newcomer smiled, bared his tangled snarly daggers and he laughed wildly as she hunched over, eyes empty.

Feel the pulsing beat in each and every pore. You clipped my wings so I am unable to sore, elusive thing
A heart pumping even as it’s wilted decay embraces me.
Where does strength lie, when the soul tarnished and weeping, screams.
How does the strength remain to open piercing eyes with the waking sun.
Where does the strength come from.
Do you love once and never again. Does the heart keep that impression and let emptiness seep in.
Do the dreams, faded and shattered ever have a chance to live.
How is there strength to lift another,
Give without want, with emptiness returned.
Do tears fall in silence, unnoticed, do they accumulate in a realm away for a another day.
Does truth walk away, are lies all that remain.
Is a soul always stained by love shattered in pain
Is hope the nightmare that reigns
is there strength in arms that embrace
Is all that remains of love and empty space. ©️

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Prelude to Reckoning

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Walking in the darkness of night, heart retching, trying to absorb the sense that the one who held her heart completely was so violently snatched from her arms. Reeling in adrenaline and insecurities, reaching for retribution, reasoning and strength. Too hard to let that love slip away, too easy to hope for another day. Looking and longing to understand to find another soul to comprehend at this crossroads filled with anxiety and pain. Needing that feeling to live again.

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As the heart races in panic, stomach drops weightless inside, as the tears are held back yet glisten sorrowful eyes. Hands shaking with uncertain trembles, shallow breaths as the throat dries and narrows at the pain that is held, stars cross her eyes. Emotions remain unspoken as the tinge of blood taints the tongue from biting down to steady the repugnance that might be set free.

Words are in unison whispered and uttered in poisonous tongue, lashing and gashing at the soul of one. “Stupid worthless good for nothing cunt” Is all she hears sprayed through spittle from the guy she thought she knew. Watching as the world spins round, knowing there is nothing left to be found. When words are laced with silver and led, when the heart has all but been bled.

Wondering at what lays ahead, where is the will and strength of yesterday. Has that gone cold too and left dismay, for nothing in human will is good enough to stay. Cold hardness stings across the skin, swollen and darkened and ripping flesh, down she falls. No one to hear the shallow cries, no one at all.

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There’s no hope in this world, nothing left at all. As crimson drips fill the eyes and a searing pain screams through torn flesh as it’s tender now and swelling fast. Sobbing with resistant thrashing as a slicing burn sets free from her throat, just let this be, she thinks just let this set you free.

Scraping flesh as her elbows grind upon gravel and the blade sets in and true pain begins. Screaming in silence as no sounds form, the aerated froth came in gurgles spewing from her throat, as the bloody rouge cascades over her chest, soaking her in wet warmth. A foggy consciousness between wake and dream, a nightmare or so it seems.

The attempt to remain lucid and not fall into the enclosing dark, the ripping and tearing of her flesh riveting her body in overwhelming pain. As the red sets in how can this happen, how did this begin. Her mind chasing thoughts and memories In the place between life and death, stay awake, stay awake for one’s own sake.

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The metallic taste on the tongue as it swells the. The feeling as her will and desire of strength slowly fade. The pain too intense to attempt even the tiniest of movements, striving to scream, failing in gurgled guttural mutters. Once his deed was exhausted as he scampered away, the sound the souls of his shoes made on the pavement echoed like haunting ghostly gasps.

Looking for redemption, a gleam maybe so far away. Yes, for it is the only way. Reaching and pleading as every muscle cramped in pain, what seems like eons as the stake has been claimed. Peering through the slits left black and tinged deep red, no longer seeing the blood as it disgorged down her neck and over bosoms left bare.

“Are you an angel, it’s that far gone?” it never crossed her lips in form. Clinging to this beautiful soul begging for life between muffled cries. For the remnant of existence left to ponder the why.

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As her world, depleted and fleeted from her shell the sound of rambling mufflers rang in her ears, the smell of blood, sweat and exhaust filled her senses as she slowly began to let go. “Hold on honey, hold on” the last raspy words that rang in her ear as she felt his cool smooth gloves slip behind her head.

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She opened her eyes with barely slits for her view through. As she strained to speak, empty there were no words that came. The pain coursed through every pore. Unable to see, no words to speak, her attempts to move impossible, everything was torn, bruised and broken. Though she could barely make out the black boots that stood by her bedside, her heart quickened and panic began to take hold. “Relax honey your okay”. The raspy voice and the leather gloved hand of the death angel as her tears began to flow. There is beauty in the darkness where heroes come to light. ©️

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