Archive for February, 2009

what’s the matter?

February 18th, 2009

What’s the matter, my pretty? With your long shiny hair and perfect skin, your eyelashes so dark and lips that shame the red, red rose?

What’s behind those tears you cry, those tears that spring from your misty blue eyes? Why the frown, that weary sigh?

What’s the matter, my pet? Do I not bring your every wish to fruition? Do I not fulfill your every desire at your every whim? Do I not slave for you, all day for you, to make all your dreams come true for you? Does not the sun shine upon you in the day and the moon’s gentle touch caress you at night?

What brings such sorrow to you, my dear? Are you not pleased with life here, high up here, in this tower?

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fire goddess

February 9th, 2009

Fire growing burning bright, fire get me through this night.

Flames from my fingertips flames from my eyes, fire consuming fire nourishing. Bright white blue hot burning purifying yields not to you to me, yields not at all. Burning like a river runs, rushing slowly creating and destroying, birthing and dying, living breathing hot fire flames.

Changing, enchanting. Fear not but give respect, honor and together we burn.

Pushing up and through me fire in my soul, reaching down within me grabbing taking hold. Shakes me up, brings me light, gently burning all this night.

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staring

February 5th, 2009

She opens the door, dread already filling her. She takes a deep breath before stepping in. Reaching up, she grabs the string and pulls, light chasing the darkness away.

Row upon row of cold shoulders greet her, the same way they do every single morning. She sighs, tears welling up in her soft eyes – eyes the color of a misty morning or a turbulent ocean. “Why,” she whispers, though she knows no answer comes, “why, every morning? It never gets easier.”

She stands there, staring, quiet. No sound, no movement.

Eventually, she reaches out, her warm fingers brushing the cold shoulders, feeling the different textures. She grabs one at random, pulls it to her, shuts off the light. She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

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