Sparkles and Hope

The shine in his eyes spoke of intensity born from new love, or old hate. “What has happened to you, Lamb?” She used to smile when he called her that. Now, she wanted to grab the word and ram it down his throat. “It was always you and me against this vermin-ridden world, my Lamb. When we met—”

“When we met, you promised to coat me with sparkles and fill me with hope,” she said. “I didn’t realize the sparkles would come from chains, or that the hope would seep into my bones through the holes you would stab into my flesh.” She watched her words skinning off pretense. Control was alien to his mask.

“You don’t know what you think you’re doing. You can’t win this game.” He took a step towards her.

She widened her stance and bared her teeth. “If you think this is a game, you should look again and try to figure out who the ignorant player might be. When we met, I said I was tired of being a slave to war and pain. I never meant that I wouldn’t fight for freedom.”

“Sit down, woman!”

The knife came out of nowhere. One moment, he was standing in front of her—lips puckered tightly and skin tinged with a sickly shade of rage—then blade and man rushed towards her, aiming for her womb.

Her body remembered. She placed one arm over the old scar, and used the other to smack him in the nose. “No,” she said, smacking him again when he tried to take another step. “No. You are done. Go.”

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a wee note…

– Linked to The Twiglet #4 (“When we met”) and to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie #145.

“Painful”, by Natalia Drepina

Kissing Winter

Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Gillena asked us to collaborate for the Holiday Season. So, of course, I flew to the Poetry Foundation, borrowed two lines from “The Snow Fairy”, by Claude McKay: “My heart was like the weather when you came/The wanton winds were blowing loud and long”, added my own bits, and the result is… well, collaborative poetry.

“Kissing Winter”

Between you and me, Yule
is love, bedecked and solsticed
with a caress happily waning
and kisses waiting to be born.

I heard you shout into winter;
and my heart was like the weather when you came,
the wanton winds were blowing loud and long.

I feel you, my all… as the sun
and I sing of miracles and rebirth.

Between you and me, Yule
kissing winter

and mistletoe.

“Winter Love”, by Nico Wittgens
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