The day burned quick, like a candle wick soaked in kerosene. Then the night came like cold tar.
The darkness is where my Demons are. Where I've stashed them away.
And the price I pay are days that flash. Blurs in a blink, before the light sinks. Submerging in a miasma where the terrors I made haunt me in a fog of confusion & loss.
But I found a spark now. A piece of the goddess Hope herself. I don't let the Demons see the light. I keep it tight in my hand & close to my heart.
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When I was a young boy, I'd sneak out at night to the hedge that ran along the farm lane. There was a silver fox that lived there who would tell me stories about all the nearby farms, all her adventures.
I learned not to talk about fox though. My dad told me there's no such thing as an all silver fox, foxes can't talk, & foxes had been extinct in the county for almost 100 years.
In the day I'd believe him, but at night I'd still sneak out to talk to the silver fox.
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Her parents named her Elation. The Oracle said she would lead a blessed life, bringing joy to everyone who shared time with her.
The Oracle was right, but only for the times people where with her. She was like a powerful narcotic, and when the effect wore off the people would go through withdrawal and crash into violent despondency.
So much death surrounded her as people fought to possess her, keep her to themselves.
All until the world balanced and her brother was born, Despair.
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I feel at the cusp of something. The edges are curling in & a change is coming. The problem with these premonitions is I can't tell if it's internal to me, or the world at large.
But either way, I'll sit on the shore and watch the breakers crash as the clouds sink lower and darken the land. The storm will howl and the world will be born anew. Maybe for everybody, but assuredly for me.
These are the times to make vows, unbreakable, as the Fates weave new pattern.
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Breath deep the fallen Autumn leaves. You'll find me there.
Taste the bitter earth from the coffee I always just barely saved from ruin. You'll find me there.
Feel the gentle touch of the spring breeze and the cool kiss of new sheets. You'll find me there.
I've left myself everywhere for you. It was my final wish, my greatest act. A gift for you.
The first winter frost, the stifled summer heat, the sweet honey, and moonlight. You can find me there, waiting for you.
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I lost the thread. It was supposed to guide me back out of this wilderness, but it ran out and I didn't notice. The spool is empty.
Do I search for the way out, or for the thread that can guide me there? Either one can lead me deeper and that's where I want to go.
Maybe I let it go on purpose. Heading deeper anyway I could. Step off that ledge and dive. Accidentally on purpose.
Let these woods take me, ensconce me, a cocoon for tomrrow. Or a burial shroud.
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I saw the sky rent apart. A tear through the clouds and sky, across the face of the moon. But no one else seemed to notice. I looked at the paper world around me in the darkened street, the substance of it all crumpled.
How could something so fragile even hold itself up?
And what made that tear?
Slowly the days past, the tear always there in the day and night. The thin veneer covering the world was fading and peeling away.
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