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The Topic of the Day is: Saturday, January 27, 2007 | |
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I built my home of your shadows. Dreamed them darker every night. Stacked one on one, their forms fitting like lovers. Black like the tangled limbs of a wet tree against a snowy sky. I wanted to taste you yesterday, the flavor of your skin between my lips like gold and saffron and pepper, everything anyone ever traded blood for. But you weren’t there, so I settled for a cup of tea, sipping its hot substance and watching the snow hang too long under the acrid street lights. Your shadows were on my walls, so deep I didn’t know how big my room was, how far inside me you really went. All the corners are lost in you, fuzzy and indistinct and silent, velvet, gone. It’s okay. I don’t need corners. I don’t need to know whether or not the door is shut, like some quantum phenomenon. I like to hope that it’s open. I tracked your flickers of ebony through the daytime. A shadowed doorway, a darkened hall, the black place where electricity emerges from the wall. Tar stains on the pavement, my new boots dirty with a film of snow, the whirring of tires on the road. Faces had you in eyelashes, beneath the tongue in a laughing mouth. Bookshelves held books, books held rows of you, twisted and contorted, but there was more meaning for me in your darkness everywhere than in the shape of words. The snow grew with the night. Your shadows filled my footprints. I looked back as I walked, ebony pools glistening in all that expanse of silver dust, stretching off to the horizon. I didn’t know where you lead to. I wondered if you were supposed to help me find my way home, like Gretel’s breadcrumbs. My sky overhead swelled under your darkness, birthed stars round the fleeing clouds, like freckles in your skin. I licked the air and tasted that brightness--snow melting on my tongue. With you in my pockets I couldn’t know my hands were cold. My breath joined the retreating clouds; wind made it churn tumultuous against the sky and dissipate. Warmth spread from the hollow at the base of my neck. I swallowed with it, tasting saffron and blood and something unknown within the shadowed cave of my mouth. Overhead, the streetlights went out, one by one, leaving me alone with the rising snow. Large flakes gathered in the air; the wind drove them down and around, a thousand directions. Nothing moved. Even the darkness was obscured by the rain of snow. I pulled off my glasses, pushed back my hood. I wanted to catch snowflakes in my eyelashes, feel the soft brushes of a thousand petals on my skin. Slowly, flake upon flake, they gathered below my eyes, until the heat of my flushed face turned them to tears, ran them down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and swallowed. How could I know myself without even a shade of you? |
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***Tbook1 (Time and Chaos, needs a new name, needs to be edited) ***Book of Sun (Just needs to be edited. Tis a Nano novel) ***Book of Whispers part 1 (Does not jive at all with part 2; needs to be rewritten to fit and to have less suckage) ***Book of Whispers part 2 (Needs some rehaul editing, needs some loose ends tied up, needs to fit) ***Book of Whispers part 3 (Needs to be finished... then needs to die o.o Not sure if I need a third part in the series) ***Dium's Story (Needs a point, progress, anything... needs to be integrated into Tbook1, since that is what it is a part of, mainly) ***Trio Story with Jackie and Louise (Maybe we should get together and work on this, guys) ***Demon Story (This is working out pretty good so far. I like the plot, it's a bit convoluted, and the characters are interesting) ***New Witch Story (It's only 30 pages long, dang) ***Dragon's Voices (This has SO much potential! wee!) | |
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