Be Terribly Good in My Story, or fall

He’s witty, attractive, energetic, and just the right amount of insane. When we first met, somewhere between “Becoming Sweettooth” and “The Darker Fringes”, I was certain that my story couldn’t happen without him.

Alas (don’t you just love saying “alas” aloud and then sighing?). Anyhoo, I was wrong…

…still, letting him go pains me deeply.

He is quite the wonder at the (not always appreciated) art of torturing others while grinning sweetly. But not terribly useful in the tale that birthed him. And goodness knows that no story can survive the effects of a useless character (regardless of how gifted said character might be at making others scream in ear-catching ways).

I am going to put him (and his, um… tools) in a virtual box. Nicely locked. Mayhap, one day, I’ll think up a dark, bloody (and properly maniacal) love story just for him.


see the complete blackout here

If I Could

The first 3 lines of the piece below are a magnetic poem bit I posted on social media. After it was described as “sweet” several times, a friend messaged me to ask, “Were you going for ‘sweet’ with that little poem?” I said to him, “I was going for poetry.”

You see, my Wicked Luvs, I love fiction because it lets me build (and experience) complex detailed worlds that can rarely be properly (or safely) touched by nonfiction. Poetry is… different. Poems do wild things with words… caress language in ways that leave flesh and spirit (and parts we didn’t even know we had) gasping. Fiction shows us the path towards a story’s secrets. Poetry shows the heart and guts of a thing, and lets us feel… what we must.

So, that is that. And this is my bit of poetry for today:
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“If I Could”

If I could,
I would write you
a heart—
I would spell it right
out of your chest,
see if it bleeds
or if it just lies
there, pretending
to love,
to hurt,
to know
(to really know)
what it is to be
human.

If I could,
I would write you
a heart

to feel.

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– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55, and linked to Poets United.