Should be sleeping, said I was going to bed in an email minutes ago. . .But curiosity dug its fingernails into me and here I am writing again. The evening was splendid, full of life and laughter. My beloveds left but their smiles skim my thoughts in a gentle glide. My treasured Vicky seemed to approve of my choice in companions. It warmed my ( Read more... )

Broken, scattered to the winds and left to roam ( Read more... )

I will take you down on the blackest Sunday morning when the righteous are to rise and drown you under the cold, murky water. I will wash your tear stained cheeks and whisper goodbyes as you choke on my apathy ( Read more... )

Dancing in my dreams. . .
On glass, whirling and screaming,
Laughing and crying
In terror, in excitement,
What am I without the intrigue?
Spun into walls of barbed wire,
Pulled back into the warm embrace,
Lead on to the final song,
Willingly following love. . .
To Death.

Life is wonderful if you take David out of the equation. There was absolutely no sane reason for me to take back my destroyer, but I believed the lies again. . .And I am paying my due. I am bound here now. . .I am stuck on a lease and so is he. No matter what, I cannot escape him. . .And I cannot escape this suffering. Secret things drive me ( Read more... )

Death, within me and around me ( Read more... )

The true story of this morning, though I felt like writing in third person for a change ( Read more... )

If it has not been mentioned before. . .October is my favorite season of the year. It is simply the perfect combination of everything, and every year, I think that I will be carried with the small tornado of orange leaves on the road to OZ. Or I entertain the notion of lingering too long in the forest on Samhain and being taken by the fair folk ( Read more... )

Delicate crunching of yellow leaves underfoot, his rhythm was so much different from my own. The railroad tracks looming, like the meeting with death around the corner, on the hour ( Read more... )

I donned my full brimmed hat, my gloves, and my militant jacket this evening and went for a brief walk up the road toward the cemetery. I was nearly off our property when I heard growls from in front of me and to either side. It was the most ridiculous thing, I had sent off on my walk with a wish for death, but I did not step forward to see what ( Read more... )