METAPHOR FOR LIFE

I  struggle to keep a straight face as I walk over the bodies that continue to pile up around me. Fodder for my cause, I step over them with sword, in hand. My smile seems to leak out of my face of its own volition. I can’t help it, I am high on the freedom their deaths have brought me. I am a modern-day Joan of Arc and as I swing my blade I cut them down with one heady swipe.

Just as swiftly as the crimson drips from its serrated edge, so do they fall. My enemies, the ner do wells, the fictitious believers with all their righteous causes. It is the thing that makes me smile in the wake of such tragedy. To think that I was able to cut through the bullshit and come out of it the sole victor. To be able to “rise above” so to speak and be the one left standing long after the smoke has cleared and their towers of glass have shattered.

They thought they had me and for a while, they indeed had me on the run. I, however, persevered, “to the victor goes the spoil”  so they say, as I donned my chainmail and breastplate I took up my sword and drew the line in the sand, I went to war! Chopping down every last one of my enemies till there was nothing left, reduced to nothing more than ashes, where once hypocrisy stood.

I am now free of their accusatory tone. Their, negative energy that saps the life out of everything around them. Leaving nothing in their wake but a desolate wasteland of misery and pain. I now stand tall, on the rotting corpses of all that have gone before me. Now fallen at my feet, as if to praise me for my sins. Now washed clean from their lifeless shells. I stand alone, it is my time to dream my dreams and make them my reality.  So I take up my sword, filled with ink and nothing else but my smile I face, the world.

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CLUTCH

He and I were there together laughing and playing in the moonlight as if, we had forever. My darkness and I. He used to tease me that it takes a special kind to have this much fun with him as I do. Yet, I never seemed to have that much fun. He was always getting me into trouble and I would feel guilty right after any adventure we set out on together. However, I felt a freedom with him I have never felt with anyone. My darkness comforts me when no one else will. He is the one constant in my life I know I can count on. When I am sad he is there, when I am depressed he is there, when I want to howl at the moon and draw blood, yes, he is there. Laughing with me as I commit my heinous crimes. If only he were real! If only he were the man in my life I have desperately been trying to find. Maybe then I could live happily ever after. He says things to me only a true love could, I even dream about him coming to me in my dreams all dark and mysterious taking me to the heights of passion but I am afraid his price is too high for me.

He caressed my face and then said,”I want to be buried deep inside you. I want to seep into your pores and leak out of your skin. I want to be a part of the very fabric of who you are. I want to be climb into your heart and be one with your soul! “I am in awe of you my maddening darkness! How you leave me breathless with your words! I feel as if I am the only person in the world that can evoke such things from his illuminating mouth. Even if the words are tinged with a little bit of psychopath. He is mine and I am his. For we are in fact, one in the same.  I CLUTCH him to me as we stroll off into oblivion together. FOREVER.

 

 

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SOMEONE ELSE’S SHOES

I am an addict! I shake uncontrollably. As I wait for my next fix. Nothing matters now but my next high. My job, family, and friends have all gone away. As I sit here alone waiting for what comes next. There is nothing I can’t snort, shoot, or swallow and as I take my sweet candy. I can taste that ambrosia on my tongue. I swallow it down savoring the slow trek it makes down my throat and into my system. A release of endorphins flood me as they join together in a joyous chorus of pure ecstasy. My last thoughts before the high take over completely are “is this the high that gets me to the sweet release of death?”

I am a killer! I revel in the sweet stench of death! I bide my time, wait for the perfect moment, then move in for the kill! As crimson waves pour out of her skin changing its color from a lush pink to a waxing grey a giggle escapes me. I watch with bated breath as the light fades from her eyes. I can almost feel the moment they become two lifeless orbs. Permanently fixed in death. My thirst for death abated for the time being. I dispose of her the best way I know how. I go on about my life as if nothing happened. No one ever knowing my dark secret only I share with the voices in my head. I mingle among the rest of you, waiting for that hunger, that need, that thirst to rise again.

I am a sexual deviant! I wait till the witching hour. Then I make my way down to the seediest part of town and that club. That club everyone knows but no one ever talks about. The place where whips and chains decorate the walls. Where a handy means more than one thing and I can just relax and be my own perverted self because I am finally home. With the scent of blood and other things mingled in the air. I breathe in the depravity with a sense of peace and calm. This is my happy place.

I am an animal! The night is mine! The world is my oyster! Iv’e been moonkissed and as he shines his light down upon me the wildness takes hold. I lift my head and scent the wind with my big snout. I catch the scent of my prey I have been stalking for well over an hour. I tick off the time in my head One… Two… Three then I pounce.  I capture the rodent in my heavy jowls. I can hear his bones breaking with the gnashing of my teeth. I can feel his heartbeat slow to nothingness. With his blood dripping off my chin I swallow him whole. With a satisfied growl, I chase the moonbeams silhouetted in the open field. I romp and play and howl at the moon. Until dawn breaks out over the horizon. Where I curl up to dream until night comes again.

I am a writer! I am all of these things and much much more! Yet, I am none of them all at the same time. My pen is my sword which I bring to life with a tiny flick of my wrist. My imagination is limitless. I walk a thin line between fiction and reality. Between the possible and the impossible. Everything I touch turns to words. Step into my mind won’t you? Let’s take a walk in someone else’s shoes.  All you have to do to enter my world is,  simply, turn the page.

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THE PRINCESS AND THE DRAGON

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I knew I wanted him! From the moment our eyes met from across the great hall of my father’s castle. I was sixteen and he much older but it didn’t matter. He awakened something in me that could never be doused. A fire much like the one burning in his irises I knew he was forbidden but my desire grew anyway. It was just a flicker at first and then, it became overwhelming I would have vivid dreams of the two of us locked in a hot, sweaty, naked embrace. I would wake damp and throbbing in places I should feel ashamed about yet, I don’t. By the time I was twenty-one, as I was wading through all the princes to come my way. I sat there on my own throne next to my father wishing for only one man. Yet, it was taboo, taboo to have the one thing I wanted this man, this creature this dragon.

He was the last of his kind, and even though we hadn’t slept together a few stolen kisses here and there had me panting after him like a dog in heat. I could almost feel his hot callused hands caressing my face. His fingers twirling my hair. And those eyes, lit with a lick of flame boring into my soul, as if I were the only thing in the world worth living for. The man that was there for me when I was kidnapped at seventeen, he was there when I was taken for ransom at eighteen, he was there when I was lost in the woods on a dark rainy night at nineteen, he has always been there for me. At twenty- one I was to chose a mate, someone to spend my life with a King to my Queen, yet the problem was I had already found my King. How could I even think of another man when this, creature was all I could see. He was hired by my father to protect me and while he did a great job, he became so much more to me. My life,  my heart, my soul.

That day, everything changed. The day of my twenty-first birthday. I had just rebuffed the Prince of Spain and as I scanned the great hall for my dragon the castle was raided. My father was killed and I was taken. Instantly making me Queen with my father’s death I knew this time would be different. This time my dragon wouldn’t be there to save me. I knew my death was imminent as I was dragged off in the dead of night, kicking and screaming toward a dark and what I thought was a deserted cave. I was hauled deep down into the cave dragged down by my hair kicking and screaming calling out for him to save me once again. As the endless downward spiral came to a stop and I was tossed to the middle of a dirt floor, soaking up my tears like a sponge. For one moment it was silent, I could hear water dripping in the distance and it was so cold even through the layers of my dress and it was pitch dark. Then a sliver of fear tickled my spine as a deep booming laughter echoed throughout the cave.

“Your dragon can’t save you now Princess, or should I say all hail the Queen?”  a deep male voice said with disdain in his voice. The cave was suddenly lit with candles and if it weren’t for the nightmare walking toward her me I  would have thought it rather beautiful shimmering off the walls. He stopped just short of my feet, towering over me with a  sneer on his face and were those, fangs protruding from his face. I tried to scramble away as he reached down and grabbed me by the hair with a swiftness no mere mortal was capable of. He laughed again only this time I could see his glowing red eyes and the sneer that crossed his face seemed to have made the fangs bigger. He was not human after all but a true creature of the night I had only heard about in fairy tales, but this, this was no fairy tale. “You see princess”, he spoke again as if bored with the situation. “Your dragon has been cursed, he sleeps, and while he sleeps me and mine can emerge from the hole we are forced to live in and reign the night once again. You are nothing more than collateral damage here. While he sleeps he is being tortured by the thought of you in my hands. I thought a swift death would be enough but seeing how much he cares about you. I have decided a whole new way torture him. For at least the next 500 years he will be having a nightmare of you turning into one of us, and I will enjoy every last second of it!” With that, he descended closer and closer as he yanked my head to the side exposing the pulse in my neck. Before I could blink he was on me he pierces my tender flesh with his now even longer fangs and I screamed a blood-curdling scream that could have probably waken the dead. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was that deep booming laughter of the creature who was killing me.

I died that day, and then I became immortal. I came too in my bed, praying it had all been some kind if sick dream and knowing it wasn’t. I took over the kIngdom and ruled with an iron fist. I went down in the history books as the only Queen to rule by darkness. To never marry or produce and heir. I eventually had to fake my death, as I never aged, My kingdom knew there was something wrong with me. My appetite was gone I could only sleep during the day, and I even began wearing things to cover myself so they wouldn’t freak out to see I wasn’t getting any older. For twenty-years I was Queen and then I stepped down and began my search, the search for my dragon.

I have spent the better part of the last 500 years searching for my beloved dragon. I roamed city to city, country to country until I found him. Still asleep, just like my maker said. The curse was real, I found out throughout the years that not just the nightmare of Vampires was real but also every other dark creature that lurked around every corner. Witches were real too and I finally found the witch that had placed a sleeping curse on my dragon. She had refused to rescind the curse or tell me where he was. As my maker saw it fitting to move him every century or so to keep me on my toes. This witch was evil and did give out one tiny bit of information. Since she was useless to me, her death was swift and I enjoyed the fact that she was my first and only kill. She did reveal the time his curse would be lifted and so here I sit. Watching, waiting, pretending to drink the late in my hands, just outside the little bistro across the street from the graveyard, and the mausoleum where he has slept for nearly two decades, under the full moon it is a peaceful night.

I pretend to sip the hot stuff once again, as the clock tower in the church next to the graveyard begins to strike midnight. A brief giggle escapes me as I think “how ironic it is the witching hour!” Just as the twelfth bell chimes the ground begins to quake, and a deep roar shatters the quiet night. Fire begins to leak out of the mausoleum as the man I haven’t laid eyes on in 500 years steps out of the now engulfed building. Long black hair swirling about his face from the updraft of the fire. With no shirt or shoes on and those eyes, those eyes the same as they were the day they closed. Licked in flames, you could literally see the fire in his eyes. For one moment I was breathless if that was even possible for the walking dead. I just sat there stunned by his beauty watching as our eyes locked and a wicked smile crossed my face. Finally, my dragon awakens!

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

 

CUSP

DAILY PROMPT

I am on the cusp of… something!

Greatness, Madness, it’s to early to tell!

Whatever it is I can feel it coming,

I can feel it in my bones as if a change in the weather.

My skin is itchy with the anticipation that,

I am on the cusp of…something.

My heart thunders in my ears,

my breathing now quickened.

My thoughts are clawing at my brain and I know,

I am on the cusp of…something!

Something, I don’t yet know,

will it bring about the end of me or will I simply go on!

Will I struggle to keep what sanity I have left,

or will all my dreams finally be fulfilled?

My nails are bitten down to the quick, my nerves are on end, I wait with bated breath,

for I know I am on the cusp of…something!

 

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