Amber Coated Shards of Saelokit

::Mundane Spit::
The world is as gossamer strands through mine eyelashes, breathing is remembered and musked scent coats mine lungs kaleidoscopic.
I took mine flesh bone box to the Scientists to trade for silver coin but the carnival had already pulled away from the village and I was left with only mine scuffed dust striped stockings and mine hands fluttering to pockets and ribcage. I click mine tongue thrice on the roof of mine mouth and simply Believe it shall All fall into place. The wolves sigh and grin
sideways of bliss to witness mine courage.
I shall whisper one sacred slicked secret before I leave this scrawl for each of You:
'He returned, all crooked in perfection and promise...and I glow of mine orbs in Truth&Belief.'
I am a sharp tooth slit sideways glinted glowing Aela as I stitch and hum in this strange suspended land.

There is breath pulling in the cruel gaze, splintered tongue...I take this within as intended, allow it as barbed wire to peirce
Hope when She needs to be held and cooed over. As do I.
The Dreamscape is coated as kaleidoscopic when at last I fall shivering, the wolves curled at each side to make certain I remain drawing breath,perhaps. I ache for the winding roadways to give over in release His twisted recollections, the Truth shall remain despite blind eyes.
I have a Promise to fulfill as mine ribcage sharpens.

"There is no Fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn."
-Albert Camus

Strangers are moved to take mine hands and reveal pathways from this haunted house.
I acknowledge the offers and take each one inbetween mine teeth, hold it upon mine tongue to taste the intent.
His scent remains in mine nostrils through these streets, the bamboo sheets and quilts as I conjure a smile.
I am blind to the curved corners, just out of reach but I am of Strength and Ritual.

I ought to offer words and scrawlings...Yes,yes.
Instead I give a glimpse into mine vibrations which are lifting and strengthening in the Offering I placed for Him and in turn beckoning me to stand of Strength, mine hands have let loose the crooked wrists fallen away from the slighted ribcage and hips. I kiss the breath between and utter a prayer of Becoming for Mars, blessed for these sacred hours I was allowed a glimpse and gift. Now I take hold of the humming within and sing to the wolves to ease the hollows within and without. Howling for the Glowing Shade of He We witnessed,yet left behind Now in a shattered state with His Umber eyes filled with spit & spite. Lies spun to harm as the gaze betrays, but I Forgive and regret not a sliver.
Mine Love Remains Pure as I have wept, now to the Fire.

"He said I’m gonna buy this place and burn it down
I’m gonna put it six feet underground
He said I’m gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls
Oh I’m gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires
Because I’m gonna buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return
He said oh I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I’m gonna buy this place, that’s what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

And honey
All the movements you’re starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

He said I’m gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby watch the orange glow
Some will laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down there and you wonder why
So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
I’m gonna buy this place, that’s what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I going to see that pretty face again
Meet me on the road, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head"


Vibrations of a shudder
Things That Scare Me

"Fluorescent lights engage
Blackbirds frying on a wire
Same birds that followed me to school When I was young
Were they trying to tell me something
Were they telling me to run

The hammer clicks in place
The world's gonna pay
Right down in the face of God and his saints
Claim your soul's not for sale
I'm a dying breed who still believes
Haunted by American dreams
Haunted by American dreams"

-Neko Case

Claimed a roof and walls along the worn Route 66 on the wrong side
of the railroad tracks...this city is within a form of Suspension.
There is such a Stillness within as I awaken with glowing gaze to a
world I tasted of a Dream once, passing through these very same
criss-crossed roadways. Mine Becoming is traced with winded ribbons
about mine wrists and spine. Suicide came close in Her
tatters with dust coated throat,locked Her pale limbs around mine
shivering in the bath I somehow fell safe into slumber curled into
mine frocks as a nest only to be awoken with Life being breathed
upon mine lips. This amazing sacred Being entices gossamer sigils to
glow from between mine eyelashes, in the long limbed grace and sharp
narrow hands this Sorrow is taken into mine belly but is not
crippling but transmuted into Strength. It is exact somehow,
I hold this mystery of Joining between mine interlocked hands
and it is as though Time is beyond We. Unlooked for, I have been
caught beneath mine breast and taken up without even a flutter of
eyelash in dread or hesitation by His umber ashen
gaze. I shall offer more of this amazing Being another hour...only
know I have been claimed in Healing.

"Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, Baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down"

-Nick Cave

Hope awoke me, humming and braiding mine hair. Glowing,I offered Her a sideways smile in return.
I am cornered. There is a creaking in mine smile, the whites of mine gaze blind slit between mine eyelids. Mine spine shattered in lunacy.
The wolves and I mirror each other in this feral vein.
In this Present state, I am rushing. If a hand were offered I would swallow the wrist and fingertips whole just to take the wind and wicked roadways.
I still myself, holding akin to porcelain in the Waiting...all He did was spit doubt from those perfect lips and I am doomed. Fragile ribcage. I am Becoming.

Anniversary of the Twin Stars Collide
Solitude is cloying in the musked stench of grief this cluster of hours. With lank tresses and ash clung eyelashes, She so claws upon mine shoulderblades. I carry Her then each hour, through and through. Her feet dusted and scuffed on the clod road.
This is a blood coated echoe of the cindered joining of the Twins.
I am as a severed half-soul on this Anniversary.
Tears as shades awoke me as I unremembered Truth and instead reached blindly, instinctively, seeking and came upon...Nothing.
So it is. Still; I Remain.

Annotation of the Falcon
Hope has gone missing, the last sighting I witnessed was Her tear drowned orbs, bruised and battered lips coated in dried blood. I let Her slip away then, the only signs remaining of Her passage are the olden gifts She gave. A stone secretly in mine pocket with a carven sigil. A musk scented note with wolf fur tucked,folded, gently hushed slid into mine boot. I wonder if She shall return on the crook of a sideways smile..?
Fate remains on the outskirts. I have not even heard Her cackle as Witness. Mayhaps even She is wide-eyed at the casting of bones outcome. I question such with slanted brow and wonder instead if it is simply that I have not yet come full circle to this pattern. Not yet may I knot the trickery into a skein for the Widows to click teeth and tongue over. The Widows with gnarled hands, weaving in sage and Our shorn locks of hair. I glide mine fingertips upon this textured knotting, letting the rage be released to witness such feral beauty formed from the Time between.

"In memory this Time floats, a lucent bubble shot with colours.
Who would not ask, after, was it for This I paid in my heart's blood? Was it then worth the price?
The gods were kind, hiding the future behind a veil.
Or they laughed at Us,thinking, how high they fly these mortal things, up into the Sun which will destroy Them.
Unless such gods as those do not exist, and random chance rules All.
Chance which is blind and deaf and crushes worlds under its feet, unseen, unheard."

-Taken of 'Mortal Suns' Tanith Lee

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Ever onwards, I allow Strength to take hold of mine hand as I breathe upon the essence of Now.
I have mine eyelashes fluttering at a lovely Drakken to carry mine Tribe further. I am eager to design of the ichor of mine very own core within and without. The wolves shiver of nightmares, growling at the dishonour done to such sacred children-of-fur. I soothe and whisper promises of never,never abandoning...only the forests await for Our joined tread in Healing.
As the Season of Ice comes swiftly to mine wrist, I am of rushing and Rebirth. Solitude sighs in Her dusted ragged frock, yet offers smiles to dear Hope curled knotting bones into the tree.
Mine fingers are quite split and coated in blood and soil as I must bury the sacred Loss, spitting at the poison & betrayal yet knowing the grave is the only form to cleanse such.
I Rise.


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