Eclipsed-Serendipity

MOCHA'S LULLABY Gentle and full of grace around us lies the Night where roses fragrant with Eternity whisper of otherworldly delight, though my heart is breaking and tears blur my view in the cradle of my bosom you nestle sweetly bedewed, I know you can already see the Rainbow Bridge's glistening Dawn and hear the Spirits waiting there, to you they sing their song. Nothing to fear, I know, I can feel the caress of silvery plumes against my soul, telling me Mocha will be an angel soon, though I always knew she was one, to me keeping near my earth angel, always loving and forever loved since she appeared, a kindred spirit sent to watch over m

I can't think.  Something is wrong with my insides.  I can feel the twist of intestines strangling my stomach. It hurts like cancer, like leprosy.  Gang-grene in my gullet, chemical burns in my bones. and and and it's in me it is me memories like lava acidic liquids cauterizing life through unwilling arteries.

Fragile, diseased hummingbird.  Drinking nectar from rotten flowers. Have you forgotten the taste of sweetness? The mist of powder sugar clouds.  Brainless cattle choking on the dust. Is it really that hard to breathe? The tree of organs.  Bark sewn together in chunks of jaundiced skin. Who took you apart? Brains dried to the sidewalk. And you know, you've been more beautiful.

“Honesty? Pssh. Don’t make me laugh. ‘Cause in the end it won’t matter what you say. I will only regard you as a liar. I will only remember how your silver tongue slithered behind greasy lips, slippery words keening through that cocksure grin." Nikki glares out into the cellophane blackness. She feels the icy winds of October gush through her nostrils. The night reeks of cedar and damp earth and rotten beer cans no one bothered to throw away. She used to crave midnight, used to yearn for it’s vast expansion of possibilities. A galaxy of fireflies he had once said. Now its just some cosmic joke. Light glistening

I see her promises unfurl with the Dawn's first rose, a glimpse of Hope that sparkles in the Cosmos' starry eyes, her body is a garden growing fierce and free amidst the snows, her tears are liquefied emotion as they fall from the Skies. I hear her voice in the plaintive melodies of the birds, her soul is reflected in every ebb and flow of the Sea, softer than baby's breath does the Wind carry to me her words, I see her face hidden among the lush veridian of the trees. Rocky paths are smoothed by the tread of our Earthly queen, her strength accompanies my beating heart, in me she reigns, as a Child of Nature I know the blessings she may bri

DARK PRINCESS Prologue: I was born a sensitive, fragile, shy, feminine girl, who was hammered into the shape of a boy.  I was given all sorts of fun privileges, like being called on before the cis girls when I raised my hand in class, having this feeling of power imbued in me from a young age that I could do and be anything except the very thing I wanted most in all the world to be.   It was beaten into my head – sometimes literally – that being sensitive, shy and fragile was wrong, bad counter to this great power that was being shoved unmercifully down my throat. I could never fully utilize this power, because it got