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My lover's scent is rain
Dew drops on a petal
Sweetness of a sugar cane
Flowers in a meadow
My lover's touch is the wind
Gentle and warm in embrace
Thoughts full of sex and sin
Ecstasy on his face
My lover's body is earth
To him, my nourishment, I entrust
For him I have such a thirst
To sow the seeds of lust
My lover's lips are fire
Melting my flesh with lulling heat
Igniting the flames of desire
Making my temperature peak
My lover's eyes are voclanoes
Erupting with passion and urge
Hungry, craving souls
Longing to merge
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Traveling through the density
Lost in the perplexity of the unknown
Fears overgrown like the thicket
Courage the ticket to freedom
The path less traveled beaten
Feet misleading me astray
Blindly wishing I will find my way
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Happy Halloween guys and ghouls…
-VQ
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She sobs pitifully; pathetically, strolling unintentionally to where the deceased make their beds and slumber in deafening silence. Eternally confined to the abyss of darkness. Never to taste bliss, happiness, the thrills and frills of life again. The ridiculous and shameful end to many of men who risked their lives to barely live. Where crows pose on wooden poles raised high above the rows. Where corpses, uninhabited, lie stiffly morbid under the placid earth. Where from birth all are cursed to feel hurt.
She stumbles past the stones that mark the lair of bones, thrones of the unknown left forgotten and alone. No mercy to be shown for this poor girl’s moan is heard from afar. Her scars burn, and the agony intensifies. Her worst fears becoming a reality check in which she cannot escape this ill-fated, anticipated, exaggerated wreck. Sorrowful memories rush back…
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Chapter 3: The Unknown
The darkness is so deep it’s suffocating. I find that the more I concentrate on seeing, the more I hyperventilate trying to catch my breath in the frosty air. Sure, heat rises and we’re pretty far underground but the change in temperature is so drastic that my body doesn’t know how to adjust. Up ahead, my brother’s asthma gets the best of him. He doubles over hacking up his lungs the wheezing echoing in the passageway. I bump into his crouched body, the speed of my haste sending me toppling over his back. I face plant onto the solid ground, teeth cracking against the rock. Stars light up my vision.
“Why would you stop like that?” I bark impatiently through bloody lips.
“I’m CLEARLY dying over here, no one told you to keep walking dummy.” He retorts.
“Well I can’t see, so stopping in the middle of the damn…” I lose my train of thought trying to find a word for whatever this place is. His coughing subsides but the wheezing doesn’t. I’m reminded of more pressing matters than a busted lip. I rein in my angst, “Sorry man. I’m freaking out right now. It’s pitch-black, freezing, and mommy just sent us down here after doing some type of voodoo while being chased by an army of I don’t know who’s for I don’t know what!” Tears well up in my eyes. Putting a cap on my anxiety is becoming impossible work…
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul’s not weak
Guide me so Im not steered wrong
Protect my heart to keep me strong
Warn me when the love is fake
To cut the ties when I awake
So I don’t make the same mistakes
I pray to God expose these snakes
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Chapter 2: Narrow Escape
Survival instincts kick into overdrive, my feet carrying me faster than they’ve ever moved before. We’re up the three flights of stairs in seconds with me taking up the rear. I reach our apartment and hurl myself through, slamming the door shut with a forceful bang. Mom springs into action without losing another moment. Facing our apartment door, she closes her eyes and mumbles the beginnings of an eerie chant. The colors in the room swirl and throb to the rhythm of her incantation which steadily picks up in pace. Her arms are at her side palms up. With each rise in tempo they are lifted into the air until she is holding them up over head with the heels of her hands touching, fingers cupped around a glowing orb of energy. The ball of light grows bigger until it bursts with a sharp shrill splattering iridescent shimmers onto the walls around us.
The silvery splats drip down like melting metal filling in the once invisible lines etched into the sheet rock. Foreign symbols line the walls shining brightly and then dimming out. “Dammit!” Mom curses. “It’s not working!”
My brother and I turn to one another in absolute shock and awe. The whole spectacle…