She poked the embers, wishing the heat would touch the icy chill that had lodged its tendrils deep in her chest.
“This is the reason I wanted to become strong,” she told the flames. “A hunting knife to cut out their murderous hearts, and a quiver of arrows to protect me.” Drawing a steadying breath, she continued, “I half-wonder if I’d been in possession of one then, would I have been tempted to fall on it afterward.” Continue reading “Strength In Numbers”
Heartache pierces the heart
Like a fisherman’s hook.
Drawing itself out
The same way it comes in.
In the quiet moments,
Solitude whispers secrets
Promising singular fidelity.
Tightening the noose with silken cord
As she croons and combs your hair.
Following the golden thread,
Sadness holds your hand
Listening ever carefully to her siren song,
Promising everything will be all ok.
Close your eyes, now.
Shhh, don’t listen.
Don’t look,
For Hope stands right around the corner.
You call me perfect
but I’m not.
I am
broken, beaten, battered
shattered
in a million pieces.
Sure, I sparkle
I’ll be your night sky
but, I am
rough around the edges
~sharp like a knife~
Kiss me, hold me
mold me, love me
I’ll be your reflection
your light in the dark
render me
impossible, unstoppable
soft and sublime
but in the end
remember that in my perfection
I am
perfectly imperfect
Meet me under the lamplight
Quarter past ten,
Teeth
tongue
and nail marks
etched upon forbidden skin.
Fingers wound
in th’other’s hair;
searching
finding
conquering
my quivering flesh.
He sat with the sealskin folded in his grip, idly rubbing it with a thumb as it rested in his lap.
He remembered the day it fell into his possession ~Â still clear and sharp in his mind’s eye ~Â the gentle sway of her hips, the nuanced play of her hair on the sea breeze, her lithe, supple body erect before him.
Time… had not been kind. Continue reading “Sealskin”