Luscious Lap



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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The Beckoning

Creepy woods

Stepping out into the cool, autumn air of the evening, pulling my coat ever closer to my body the dampness hung in the air like mist. With flashlight in hand I knew where I had to go and with this storm approaching it was certain need to head there quickly. Stepping through the trees, whose branches had lost all but a few leaves, been surrendered to the earth and crunched lightly under foot as each step drew me deeper into the darkened woods.

The night was thick amongst the trees, the only noise was the crackling of twigs and the crunching of leaves beneath my feet. Traversing ever closer to the old building in the back of the property, a sound, almost a whisper caught my attention. Stopping in my tracks to have a closer listen. There was indeed a mans whisper, gentle and sweet. Unable to pinpoint the source of the sound I stood there, turning off the flashlight just to listen. And the whispering did not stop. “My day is done my dear, I’m sorry please forgive me”.

Slowly placing one foot in front of the other, carefully moving, ever nearer to the sound. In all the years I walked back here, having never come across a single person. After-all this was my property and no one should be here anyway. The soft whispered voice turned into a louder conversation, although I was only hearing one side of it. After moving forward about 20 paces I stopped once again to have a listen. No sound came back, walking forward once again the voice began to ring through the trees. “You couldn’t understand, there was a hole, it’s deep my dear”.


My curiosity was insanely peaked at this and moving closer, I could see the form of a man sitting on the edge of a rock, his head placed back against the tree. No time to really stand here and watch what this guy was doing, but just what was he doing back here and who was he talking too? The decision came to me to go to the old building lock it up and then confront him on the way back. Proceeding slower than was desired however as I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. The building, standing there solemnly creepy as it always was. Until the open door caught my attention. No one had been back here for the better part of month or more. As I stood there staring at the door and contemplating, the rain began to fall like cold daggers against my cheeks.

Turning the flashlight on and walking into the building, every hair on the back of neck was standing on end and a shiver coursed down my spine. My breath caught in my chest as I flipped the creaky light switch. Yes everything was in its place including what seemed to be the imprint of the memory from so many years ago. Crimson spatter covered everything from inside the old car, the door hung open on the driver’s side. My mouth hung open as if on hinges and the flashlight dropped from my hand rolling its way under the work bench, casting an eerie glow. The fear and panic crept back up inside and a scream of sheer terror escaped me, unable to catch my breath as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

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The radio was blaring an all to familiar song, and I wondered how long had this been going on or was this just a figment of my imagination. Was I projecting my deepest pain onto what I was seeing? Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath, the music still casting its dead melody. Opening my eyes, nothing had changed, the scene still remained. This could not be, I had been out here every summer all season long for ten years to look after this car, this building, the tools and lawn mower and other equipment. What was displayed before my eyes was an impossibility. Still with weakened knees I had to go and see, the urge to know overwhelmed me as the driver’s side of the car seemed to beckon to me.

My mind moved forward and yet my feet remained as if sealed in concrete, unable to move. With a push of forceful will, one small step and gut wrenching urge to vomit came over me. Gathering my wits I took those steps bringing me closer to the driver’s side door. Blood spatter so thick it was an impossibility to see anything beyond the splattered glass. The song began it’s aching tune one again, words didn’t even register as I stepped into full view of the interior of the car, grey no longer, now bloody crusted crimson and speckled with matter. Again fighting the urge to fall down to my knees. Heart pounding in my chest and stomach turning back on itself.

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The tears came in fits of anger and rage, skin on fire and with every heartbeat veins pounded, what I had expected, or whom was absent. I did fall to the cement floor on my knees in waves of relief, sobbing and cussing this irritating song,shut up. This was my imagination or things gone terrible wrong between the veil of both worlds. Surely there was no way this was real.

Clenching my eyes shut tight, wishing this vision to leave my sight. Sitting there as time passed, not aware of how long. Opening my eyes in sheer panic at the thought, if he’s not here, where did had he gone? Gathering myself, the slap of reality at the door being opened and the sight of the man in the woods, the empty drivers seat raced through my head. The rain had commenced pounding ever so much harder outside. In my panic I forgot about the radio playing that blasted song on repeat and everything else as I walked out the door into the darkest of pitch and pouring rain. In terror and disbelief driving me ahead. From this I can not run.

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The night was dark and the rain came pelting down as cold as ice, melting in an instant on my feverish skin. The pounding in my chest from the adrenaline rush took over every part of my being. Where did he go, was he here, was that him by the tree, who was he talking to, in an instant even before my brain was thinking my feet were running back down the path, for one more chance to see him again. Sprinting to the tree where he had been, he was no longer there, only a large slick rock.

Sitting on the rock for a moment, heart-broken once more. Once more chance to see that smile, those eyes if only for one more chance. From behind came a sound just a little louder than a whisper “I knew you’d come”. Terror took its hold on me and I was frozen in place. The overwhelming want to see him again, the pain the terror of what I was about to see and in a miraculously magic moment I felt absolutely nothing. No heart pounding, no cold rain, no panic, pain or fear. Every part of my being had gone completely and utterly numb.

Standing and turning to face the voice, I felt like I was floating. The only thing to do was stare, in front me he stood, bloody and smiling with his hand-held out. Without hesitation my hand extended to his. The rain poured down my face masking my tears. It was then as fingers tips touched finger tips that dread began to rise inside me. Icy fingers tips reaching for mine, his smile had gone and what I saw in those unnaturally blackened eyes, flinching drawing my hand away. Waves of tears embracing me as I saw him just standing in front of me, and the stark realization he was no longer who I’d thought he’d be.

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“My dear it’s time for me to go, come hither now or forever let me go”. Possessing the relentless longing to give in to that voice, the once so missed. In the weakest voice that was able to be mustered, standing there shaking in sobs I gave my final, painful goodbye. “My love with all my heart yes it is that time. Time for me to let you go”.

A shiver passed over me when I awoke freezing. The covers on the bed were twisted in knots about me, soaked and sweating profusely. My mind swam in a sleepy haze and apprehension, my hair was drenched and my left finger tips were numb. Exiting the bed I went into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself looking a fright in the mirror. Upon looking back into the bedroom was when I noticed the muddy footprints I left soiled on the carpet behind me.

Looking in the mirror I whispered “Goodbye”

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Wandering Man


Emptiness creeps in slowly foraging for a soul that’s dimmed, be not afraid to cry for it is now that angels are tasked their quest.

Under dark, shrouded veil of pain its loves light you’ll find you’ll keep. When all is lost and hope has fled. Hear this now as its read.

May angels abound to you and wrap you in their wings of strength, cry the trumpets in resounding harmony, as they carry souls to peace.


Calling all angels to surround your heart, give to you the strength to spar. In your darkness may they shine loves light for you. Hold you up through the pain so you will come through the darkness, in time as it wanes.

In ever humble solitude may strength and peace be blessed on you. With angels to hold your hand, together with you they will stand.


When in the darkest hour you fail to see the light, may they carry you on wings of comfort through the pitch of night.

Angels in this time of test hold them close and guide them best. Err not for humans sake but in love and light be not to this heart take. A soul to shine over and guide this plight through the emptiness and fright. Tasked at hand fill the soul of the wandering man.


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Asylum Challenge- Reflections

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Waking to the blaring of the alarm clock as it shouted its harsh beeps. Reaching over to quiet its obnoxious blat I noticed that the light was on in the bathroom. That’s odd, not recalling leaving it on. Everything was hazy as I prepared to start my day and shed the dew kiss of sleep. First off was coffee. This morning not unlike some, would commence with a board meeting across town and although I had plenty of time, there was always the game of chance when depending on the cab. Coffee was my first priority. Reaching in and switching off the light as I passed the bathroom, down the hall turning into the kitchen I prepared my mug of coffee. The ac unit kicked on at that particular moment, making me giggle as I swore it sounded like someone whispering.

With a half a cup of coffee in me I stepped in the shower, same routine everyday. Even the routine of washing was boring and seemed so robotic. Lathering up to wash my face the clean crisp scent was refreshing. As I let the water trickle down my face, hoping it would take a few years with it I noticed something out the corner of my eye and jumped, my heart quickened as I startled myself. Almost positive that I saw the shadow of a person in the doorway. Grabbing the towel I dried quickly and made a quick look around the apartment. It wouldn’t be easy for someone to get up. to my 33rd floor apartment, secure entrance, doorman, security guard, no way was anyone up here. I went to finish my coffee and refill it as I was going to need it. The feeling that someone behind me did not diminish, yet there was no one there.

Dressing for the day in my gray skirt suit, black heels and sapphire blue silk blouse, grabbed my briefcase and travel mug, I jumped as I felt a cold light brush across the back of my neck. Again no one was there. Having lived here for seven years and was not spooked easily, and had never had any odd experiences before. Attributing it to dreams from last nights slumber. Continuing out the door and turning right and stepping into the elevator. the world began to sway, or seemed to as I looked at the gilded mirror interior of the elevator and saw a woman with black hair standing there, her face a hidden and the nauseous feeling began to take its hold just as the door slid open and Jerry said in his cheery voice ‘good morning”.

Opening my eyes to see Jerry, the security guard standing over me, fanning me for dear life. One would have had to laugh at his exuberant behavior. “Jerry” It came out scratchy and weak as I attempted to speak. He placed his hand behind my head as the EMT’s came through the foyer doors. “Oh Miss. Gwyn, thank God you’ve come to. I was so worried when you passed out dear, bumped your noggin pretty good on the marble! The medics will take good care of you and we’ll see you back real soon.” The EMT’s already had me on the stretcher and where wheeling me out the door before I even registered what Jerry had said. “Wait, wait” I pleaded “Tell the Black haired lady I’m sorry for the scare I don’t know what’s come over me, I have a meeting that I have to be at, I fell that’s it. I’m really okay.” Being wheeled out the front door just barely able to hear Jerry tell the EMT “There wasn’t anyone else in there with her, she has hit her head badly”.

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“Ma’am, you have passed out and hit your head, you are bleeding from your ears we have to take you in, we’re headed to the ER, if everything checks out you can leave.” Steve or so it stated on his name tag, explained this to me in a firm, deep voice. My eyes slowly closed and I lost the world once again.


Upon opening my eyes the first thing that registered was the room, there was no window and from what I could see at first glance, no door. Just what in the hell was going on here, I fell and hit my head, this was not the local hospital or any part of it that I had seen before. the light was dull and left a lot to my imagination. Which just happened to notice someone sitting in the corner, rocking in a chair. The bed I was on was nothing more than mattresses and in my attempt to move I found that I was bound and unable to move a single muscle. What was happening?

Shouting out the person in the rocking chair “Hey, who the hell are you, you need to leave?” No answer came as panic began to overcome me as the dark shadow stood up. A door opened and a nurse came in, a man dressed in blue scrubs with a needle in his hand. A shrill scream came out of my throat as he pierced my left hip and I began to scream again the warmth from the substance in the syringe pushed like wave through me and I began to drool as I spoke.

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I was yelling for him to look, look at that woman with her black hair which seemed to move all on it’s own. She was speaking in some kind of crazy jumble that sounds more like a snake. He refused to look, he always refused to look. She had the face of a devil and she never left me alone. Attempting to reach out for the nurse to turn him around with no luck at all. The nurse, Chris kept talking away, saying thing that made me wonder if he had any brain in his head at all. “You need to have some kind of answer here, Gwyn. I don’t know how much longer they will allow me to take care of you. I wish you would speak to me.” Yet he was never able to explain the bruises that appeared or the scratches only that I had hurt myself again. How can I do that I’m restrained.

“What is going on in here Chris?” A woman in a doctors coat began to inquire of the nurse. “She was screaming something about a woman with black hair and shouting vulgarities, I thought that she was going to break her ankle restraints this time.” He walked to the far end of the room, which was empty and returned to the door and conversed with the doctor some more.

My eyes were open and all I was able to see was the black-haired woman walking towards me. I began to scream and thrash. This woman was hideous and scared the piss out of me which left my gown soaked as she continued her way forward. “Doctor, she is having some kind of neural response, look at the monitor, and she has wet herself.” Nurse Chris sounded concerned. “Chris, the patient hasn’t shown any response to stimuli in 6 weeks, she has just laid there and drooled with the occasional screams. There may be something going on in her brain, but we sure can’t know what that is.” The doctor moved in close, in my mind the terrifying woman was leaning in. Lashing out, my teeth clenched and penetrated deep into the skin of her throat, a thick guttural growl escaped between my teeth now showered in blood from the doctors throat.

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The black-haired woman dissipated as she oozed dark stenchy goo from her throat. I saw the doctor and screamed “No, No, No.” Chris came along with several other nurses and doctor. The lady doctor was taken away. I looked at Chris and uttered “Why couldn’t you ever listen to me, I told you about the black-haired fiend?” He began to cry as he responded “Now you animate, you may have killed her and now you speak.”

Fully aware of my surroundings, as the ac unit kicked and I was well aware of that whisper it was in the corner of the room and she was coming back for me once again.

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Odyssey of Anguish- Trauma Dolls Tribute

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Coming back to conscienceness in a hazy sense of awakening, unaware of what had happened. I jolted upright with ensuing pain that radiated through my body. The room was ill-lighted, only the illuminating glow caressed the room from the vanity mirrors on the opposite wall. Inept at recalling any memory at the present moment, dreadfully dazed as I sat on the floor, with my back half up against the wall in the dressing room. Bagged garments brushing against my head. Shocking to ones senses in itself were the bodies draped with dresses, mannequins, headless which only added to my fervor. The skin on my chest burning and my left leg was screaming in tremendous pain. My thoughts drifted and slapped me like steel, what happened to the dress? This can’t be happening, that was a Ashington there is no way this is happening. Luther is going to be infuriated. That dress was a $65,000.00 masterpiece and I, its last wearer. My mind scrambled as panic began to set in, the air was so thick it was a labor to breath. Sitting here bare-chested in nothing but heels, thigh highs and panties. It’s the dress, the key, has to be the dress. Ivory, silver and white silk embellished with crystals, a magnificent strap less wrap and who wanted it that badly and where had it gone?

Attempting to stand, the world an unsteady ocean swaying to and fro, my body unable to complete my command. The urgency of having to flee this place prodded me to crawl ever so slowly across the floor to the mirrored vanities against the wall, to the chair. A feat that seemed endless. Easing my way one inch at a time. Attempting to coax my brain to engage its rational thought process, what had happened? Just what was going on? Placing my hand on the chair and slowly lifting myself into it, my jaw dropped at the bewildered image reflecting back at me. Hair that was previously in an amazing up do, was now falling in shambles around my face. Stage makeup smeared and running down my face. Shock and burning pain gripped me from the four gouging rips of the flesh covering my sternum, no longer bleeding they had done their fair share of it, as was evident by the trails of crusted crimson running down over my breasts. No wonder now why my chest burned so badly and no doubt that these would be infected soon enough. Upon inspection the same, deeper gouges occupied my left calf, these wounds were much more severe capped with perfect puncture points and they continued bleeding with certain need for some stitching, if shredding can be repaired I may save my leg. My top priority was to depart from here.

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After sitting for a few minutes, trying to fathom what had taken place, some impressions began to clarify, however a large chasm remained. Today was rehearsal for the photo shoot, Luther bringing the dresses for fitting. This was going to be the Premiere Vision of his couture line in conjunction with the films promo. So where had everyone gone and how did this happen and why can’t I remember, after all this was a secured facility. This was simply a photo shoot to promo an art house film. As my senses began to recover, in need of find something to wear out of here. Rifling through the outfits, choosing a short, loose-fitting strap less silver and black asymmetric dress, heels for flats. I was prepared to make my way out of here, an infection in these wounds would not be kind. I already felt it beginning to course through my veins.

Reaching the door, observing the blood that was smeared across it and the pool that ran underneath, although dark in this room, it was evident. And what was that incessant clicking in my head, with each click I became ever more dizzy as vertigo threatened to overcome me. Grasping the handle and stepping out into the room where the cameras were, recoiling from the bright light, the entire backdrop was white and the lights had all been left on including the boxlights . The blood on the floor was not the only red in the room, it was sprayed everywhere. I could see a body on the floor across the room. The brightness of the room was blinding and the incessant clicking in my head refused to stop. Gagging at the amount of blood that was spread throughout the room. his was no theft, this was more, considerably more.

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Where was everyone else, why wasn’t there a gathering of people, emergency services, police and where in the hell was the rest of the crew. That very moment the story, an urban legend of an enraged model came back to me. The rumors that were spun of a killer who began slaying crew and models within the industry with a fierce passion for blood. Not recalling her name. It was said that she had passed away. Even to consider it, which I never did, having dismissed it as an urban legend unable to recall the entire tale. I had laughed it off, thought people were crazy and just trying to scare and intimidate the fresh faces that always graced the thresholds of the talent agencies. My heart quickened as a forceful wave of unsteadiness came over me. The click that came in the back of my head a that moment was intense. Transplanting me to the floor, heart racing, sweat beading on my skin as the heat rolled in waves through my body. My knees and palms smacked the bloody tile floor sounding like a cold slap in the vacant room. My body began to shake as I gasped the air in anguish.

The ringing in my ears lessened, yet remained. Fervent panic engulfed my entire body as I heard a distant guttural growl, backed by a scream and a woman’s voice in a bizarre cackling laugh. All hope of exiting this place had abated in a quickened fervor of desperation. Clarity came bringing judgement that I was slowly dying, the infection already coursed with ravenous lust through my veins. Every ounce of my being in sheer panic as the woman’s voice, entangled in short burst with another, crept closer.


The deep wounds on my leg made it impossible to stand now. Heaving heavily now for breath, my heart throbbing as the clicking in my head quickened, hide I must hide. On my hands and knees I began sliding across the blood stained ceramic tiles, petrified as the voices moved ever so much closer to my current position. Nearly back to the door of the dressing room, tears of frantic despair began to fall blurring my vision. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest at any moment. Each new slide I made knees to hands was one bit closer to a hiding place, having to hurry they were almost in here. Pushing the door open and gathering every ounce of energy it took to thrust myself into the darkened room closing the door gently behind me. Only a moment passed when I heard the female voices in the room from whence I just came. Speaking in a different language I was unable to hear clearly due to the ringing in my ears and metallic snap in my head. Determined to hide in the secret closet behind the side vanity, I continued to crawl, each move ever more painful than the last.

Stopping directly in front of the vanities, I was almost there, two crawls away and I could sit still in the darkness until these women left. It was then that the door to the dressing room opened, just a slight crack at first. My heart dropped, I had made it this close and yes close was not near good enough. They would see me before I got the secret mirror closed. Halted, I sat back as a blinding pop exploded in my head, when I opened my eyes I saw in black and white and she was standing over the top of me. Beautiful, she was a radiating vision of unblemished ivory skin, and raven black hair. She bellowed out a course laugh underlying growl as she bent over to me. The other woman was out of my sight as she joined in the cawing. Tears flowed as I began to succumb to the pain that had become unbearable and the infection undoubtedly had taken over my veins as they were literally budging under my skin. I trembled uncontrollably as she placed her long, dagger like nails under my chin, gentle but firm.

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The ability to utter a sound was lost as the raven haired beauty coaxed me into a standing position. What became clear was the smeared gelatinous blood on her lips, she smiled a villainous grin as she continued laughing. For a moment nothing hurt at all and the clicking in my head had ceased. As she turned me towards the mirrors it all unraveled and exposed impart, what was happening. As we stood there regarding ourselves in the mirrors I saw the reflection, the other woman present. She was still in the shadows, yet I could make out her form. Side by side with the raven haired woman as her hungry smile widened, her nails of sharpened steel still beneath my throat, her eyes a fierce shade of red. We moved a bit closer to observe what the reflection had to reveal in its entirety, a smile began to cross my face as eyes brightened in a flaming sanguine the guttural noise that escaped my throat transformed into a course laugh and Bijou joined in an ethereal song of hunger.

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Dark Divide


Dark Divide

Faintness of the noises in the dark.
Chilling chasm of stained heart.
Ore the soul demented,
the mind reckless be, entangled snares
senses aware, mind beware.
Nary taking solace in the dark.
For each miniscule movement disperses shadows,
dissecting obscured reality.
Received in desolation endlessly bound
rather unleash the myriad to uncaged mind.

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