Trepidation

In the mirror, I watched his words blossoming between my breasts, his ink claiming my heart. I felt our truth—in flesh and bone, I was still mine… but I was his in ink.

Before you, I wrote,
merry-go-sorry ruled me,
my words were wary.
Trepidation (an old friend)
wonders what you ask of me.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels. This is almost the end… I’ll post the last bit this coming Tuesday.
– Written for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (where Paul howled, “Awhape me!”), and for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 (she only wants kickass words and world peace, I’m sure).
Awhape means to amaze, and merry-go-sorry is a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Flesh and Sweat and Love

Secrecy made us the darkest of fairy tales, trickery turned shield. We ran and hid behind realities disbelief labelled fictions. Our love fed on shadowed moons, grew as strong and wise as the wildest of storms was harsh. My witch bled spells.

“To protect our hearts,
I give flesh and sweat and love,
submit to Nature,
charm a shroud of memories
to conceal her heart in mine.”

Her lips added no other words to the chant, but her eyes spoke clearly into mine—We shouldn’t have to be prisoners of the dark. I cradled her face, kissed the silver curls her magic had been weaving into her hair. “The night will never be a cage, my heart… Not while we are free to have each other in it.”

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Belle du Freak. This is a rewrite. Wish to read the original, “Spelling Brightness”? Just follow this link back to 2012.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

I Know Ink

Mind-sex takes love… and closeness, I wrote, reminding him that my body had been poisoned with the land, left unsafe to touch.

His response slaughtered unease.

I can live in words
written out of you and me.
I want, but need not
your flesh to love you deeply
and true. I know ink, do you?

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– I like many of the names you offered last week, Ash and Silvanus are favorites. However, I went with Hedgewitch’s suggestion, and left him nameless (for now).
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Linked to Poets United.

handwritten visual and the blackout poem bits
that went into the wee tale