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August 25, 2018

Dare to bare. What am I doing, she thought to herself as she pressed the button for floor thirteen. The elevator began to climb upwards and so did her nervousness. She shifted around and tucked at the bottom of her black dress. It's definitely too short, she thought, not for the first time. The floors ticked away and she tried to muster her resolve. The elevator bell rang, alarming her senses and bringing her back into the present. The doors slid open and she stepped out. As this was a private floor, the elevator opened directly into the apartment. She was awfully aware of the noise her shoes made on the marbled floor. Stepping into the lounge she searched for the one who had summoned her here; after a moment she found him out on the balcony, back to her, admiring the night sky. Before making her way next to him, she poured herself a drink from the decanter on the table. Approaching, she slid her hand along his back and unto his arm. "We envied the stars, so we bui

November 02, 2017

Night’s call I awake to a calling. A wordless sound that echoes within me. I lay on my bed with shafts of light streaming through the blinds. Stretching out a hand and reaching for my phone, which sits on my side table, I check the time – 3:30am. These are the Silent Hours, when the world slumbers. Sitting up, I rub the sleep and tension from my eyes; I feel strange, out of equilibrium. A sensation of vulnerability flows through me. The calling continues. It seems as if someone or something is physically tugging at my mind. Grabbing a dagger from my glass cabinet, the dragon-pommel one with a ruby set in its eye socket (coloured glass of course), I leave my room and wander through the house. The blade feels reassuring in my hand. I had bought it years ago, from a gypsy lady at one of those Mardi Gras that was prevalent at the time. Stalking through the house I discover nothing out of place; I am alone. With a wavering resolve I decide to go outside and investigate

October 01, 2017

An Ode of Mist. Journey into night; destination lost Darkness consoles me Walking. Watching. Waiting. The emptiness. Imbued by the birth of mist Floating around me, alone yet not lonely Twisted luminance, a faint outline appears Humanlike in form, corporeal in construct Fair, faint, maiden of magic Away she shifts upon wisps of wind Rising. Reacting. Running. The longing. Always without reach Dancing before my fingertips Wicked lips, smiling timidly Entranced; she slips into my heart Ceasing flight…arrested vision Air alters her to me Touching. Tasting. Twirling. The euphoria. Arouse her mind – intoxicate Ballad of bodies – resonate Carnal hearts, caress – procreate Shallow breath, fatigued souls Lingering threads of emotional bondage Embracing. Experiencing. Existing. The moiety. Reality rises, bringing the dawn Temporal rendezvous flees Lies betrayed by light; evaporation of ethereal mist A path tr

August 13, 2017

Pool of Psychosis. (Part two) I am alive. My torment of encasement continues. Throughout the night, I was constantly reminded of the intimate closeness of the crystal – this multi-faceted cage of pain. My body could not move and for an unknown reason, air was not a necessity. Claustrophobia had long since been replaced by an emotion that far exceeded my understanding of fear. All I knew was that it originated from a previously dormant part of my mind. The dunes taunting song did little to ease my thoughts. A pre-dawn sky finally appears; the light of morning vanquishes the darkness of night. A solar orb crests the horizon and as the rays shine on my crystalline form, it happens… a crack appears on the crystal covering my outstretched hand, a piece pops off and drops onto the sand below. The crack then descends the length of my arm and spreads out covering the entirety of my body following the trajectory of my veins. My cage shatters, splintering away from me in fractals of

July 22, 2017

Dunes of Delusion. (Part one) I feel it, swirling over me; coarse and warm. The wind carries it at a constant flow across my exposed legs and back. A pressure on my chest informs me that I am lying flat down, face slightly tilted to the side. Muffled sounds come to my attention, too distant for me to comprehend. My throat is raw, my mouth parched; I lever my eyelids gradually apart but can not bring my eyes into focus. My myopic vision finally discerns a twisting pattern of particles…sand! Blinking as my mind clears; I pull my half-submerged bulk out of the ground. Looking around, a barren, dune-filled landscape is all that there is to see. The pale light of a setting sun casts an eerie atmosphere upon the land. I become conscious of the breeze beating against my body once again and look down at myself. My chest is bare except for a multitude of discolourations on my skin, my khaki trousers (they don’t deserve to be called that) is a patchwork of holes and I am shoe-less.

May 17, 2017

Parable of the hollow. In the west, the moon descends below the horizon and takes the darkness with it. In the east, the sun rises above the mountains and brings about another dawn. I am here, somewhere in the middle; the moment in which night meets day, the civil twilight, where a grey sky transforms into blue. A forgiving breeze blows about me while cumulus clouds take shape within my reach. Standing in the sky I feel peace vibrate through me. My calmness is broken as I become conscious to the fact that I am “standing in the sky”. Looking down in panic; gravity and logic grab me and I fall! Plummeting downwards, extremities flailing, I descend into unconsciousness. Reviving into faint lucidity, I discover that I am in a cavern crafted of glaciers. A fire burns ahead of me and nought else is present except ice and shadows. From a distance, I watch the flames twist, fluid-like, coupled with the air. The logs at the base pop and splutter. A quasi-red radiance can be seen in th