Lunar Pulse: Chp. One and TwoChapter One: Thunder In The SunlightHer eyes opened in the darkness, her breath was rushed and hot. She scrambled onto her paws and stumbled over leaning into the wall of the den. She closed her eyes and perked her ears; a low whine accompanied each breath she took. The cool stone pressed against her fur while the chill of the earth slithered between her ribs. She savored this and rested once more on the floor of the den, sensing her fever, she resisted the urge to dig and bite at the stones trapping her in the ground. She slipped in and out of consciousness, breathing more slowly, not wanting to waste her precious air.. . .Hunter nuzzled the kits. He pushed and licked at them until they were safely tucked away in a freshly dug burrow. The opening was small enough so that they would be protected; the burrow gaped deep enough so that reaching talons could not scathe them. Even knowing they were not his offspring, he had worked long that day to protect them. He saw the faces of his de
Mirror Image MoleculesSilent drops of mercury swirl around the broken pieces of my sanity;they leach between my lips, with the wordsthat tangle themselves around my tongue.Mirror image molecules dance over my sweat laced skin,sending chills down my spine with their soft, unending caress.Tiny particles float gracelessly in and out of my blurring vision;cutting into the serenity of the air, they shatter my haven of silence.What little heat my broken body has leftseeps so easily between the veins in the marble floor.This unforgiving stone drinks the energy from my flesh.How greedily it sucks the life from my bones!My words crack in the sea of emptiness,sinking into the piles of broken, forgotten patterns of letters.Strung together in a failing mind, and sent between chapped lipsinto the void that is my room are these words. Crushed and walked on wordsthat, once, meant so much yet are fated never to leave this cold marble.I am lying, suffocating, in the words I will never speak to anyoneexcept
Locked away.Something here is beautifully imbalanced and unpredictable,working it's way into the core of my being,sinking its ivory teethinto the flesh of my evanescent soul.My bruised limbs ache with desireand my silken bones bend with the winds.A voice that cracks and breaks in the breezeweaves itself into otherwise habitual soundsof the waking morning.The essence of the sound reverberates off of the marbleand cries against the walls.I am intoxicated by the voice,unaware that the sound I am so searching foris slipping between my own cracked lips.The silver and stone are worn smooth from yearsof wear.Phantom fingertips claw at the cage in which I am held.Their fearful screams echo with my own suffered voice.Trapped now like so many others,I sit now, waist deep in submission to circumstance.What is left now in this hopeless place?Nothing but the beauty in darkness.The harmony in dissonance.What is left now, but sorrow?
Your voice. . .Your voice chills into the depths of my soul,Breaking into my every thought; you areAll that I am. Your touch seeps into the poresOf my skin. Caressing every nerve with tender passion,You shatter every barrier, you melt every shimmeringIce sickle that has frozen my wounded heart.Your strength makes me weak, and surrenderingInto you. You will protect me won't you?I know you speak of forever; I more than speak of it.I live eternity in every moment I spend locked awayIn your caring embrace. Your chest is my pillowWhich I would lay willingly every night upon.Your warmth is my safe haven, I would give nothing lessThan infinity to call you mine.The taste of your lips as they brush tenderly over my ownIs sweeter than any honey. Your voice in my earAs you whisper words of love, crawls through my bodyIn shivers. I am yours to have. I am yours.
How she loves youHer skin relishes your touchAnd her lips whispers softly in your earHow she loves you.Her body is yours to keep,Protect, and love.She wants to take care of youLike a mother tends her child.But her love for you is so much more,More passionate, and heavy.She loves to see you smile;She loves it when you laugh.How her heart beats when you hold her close!That hollow cavity that once held a shattered heartIs now filled by her undying passionThat burns forYou.
Risen up. What now.Shattered ivory against a marble floorTicking in slow motion.Silhouetted in the lightning strikesWe march on behind angry skies.Swords gripped tighter in shaking palms.Cold sweats run through the sea of young faces,A welcomed change of pace from the lack of response from our bodies.The biting pain in our weak stomachs lets us knowWe are still alive.Shattered ivory against a marble floorTicking in slow motion.The crown of the Monarch is broken.Anarchy marches on behind angry skies.Embodied in willing souls,Ignorant to their cause.
Something I wrote a while agoI cried a river,built a raft of broken souls,and fed on what was left of me.Made my own memoriesOf fields and grass and life outside.floating down the river,splashing in my own tearsand knowing that when i got there. . .But, when i got there,when i got hereI was met by an angry pane of tinted glassthat wouldn't shatter,i couldn't pass.I stood, broken, looking through,and wishing you could see me too...