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Three days and I already feel your pull.
Damn water moons.
Might as well go against the tide if I want to make it through the Dark Moon this month.
All your books of secrets have had their pages pulled and thrown to flame.
If you go hunting witches, you'll fucking find them.
Breathe me in.
My clothes still smell like the smoke.

4 a.m. keeps all of my secrets.
Deepest thoughts in the darkest hours.
Where romance has no name, where my soul was sold.
-Then found again.
Repenting unto yourselves, smirks on faces, blood on hands.
Fake remorse.
I get what I want because I earn it.
When I drop the vase, when it hits the ground and the ashes spread,
when spirits whisper through the uplifting winds.
I send you thoughts by the flickering blue light of candles.
Then light fires to beds; as you ask what spells are cast.
I can only smile as you flatter yourself.
Shake it from your being, dear.
Learn the dance, or get left behind.

-Saree

we'll runaway

If you look close, you will see that with each blink we all shield ourselves.
Secrets on flower petals. Blink.
A certain aroma carried through spring's eager breeze. Blink.
Running your fingers along a windowsill where the sun has added it's warmth. Blink.
Houses settle, but our souls don't. Bodies break down, then feed the earth.
We disconnect into particles of energy. We accumulate elsewhere.
Flower petals.
Nostalgic aromas.
Fingers.
Windowsills.
The Sun.

S.M.
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Her dilated pupils, flooded with the vision.
For all the light you have inside, there is an equal amount of dark.
If you don't know how to use one, you sure as hell aren't going to be able to use the other.
Tear it open to reveal that you are more in tune with the true nature of your being than you can understand.
Mouth is moving, but no words come.
Blood thirsty, and it's in your hands.
You don't leave this dance until I say, "I'm done".

shape shift

Dreamt of beating a huge green snake with a stick that kept lunging at a crowd of people I was guiding through the woods.
I kept telling it, "What did I tell you?" And it turned into a brunette young girl and she looked scared. I told her to get up and had her go into the crowd of people.
I had to restrain myself from hitting her again even though she was a human now... Or in a human form.
Either way, in my dream I kept wondering if the other people in the crowd were also "other" creatures that might attack, and instead of leading them to safety I should go climb a tree and let them fend on their own.

Upon waking, I realize this is reality.
To the tree it is.