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This Is How The Horses Scream
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Selene Skye
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A moment recaptured out of memories that forever shape and reshape the woman from the child she once was~
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We were chosen by a ceremony beyond our understanding
picked from a field of uncertain poppies swaying inside a marble moment
perhaps the graphic innuendoes fell uncertain from the bowl of the seraph
but I believed in him
and I will tell you why;
he captivated me with the rule in the bend of his wrists
each time he pulled me up out of the sands onto the waves
to spin strands out of sunlight
and play cats cradle with me until the wounds inside my body
were just bruises without a memory to ponder
They locked up the wrong moment
when they bent low above my lips with their whispers
kissing my mystic oracle pulses;
there was a man in particular I remember
his eyes were the color of amaranth
and his mouth tasted like scorn
and his hands felt like clenched beauty
as they divided my corset to a lullaby
playing on the victriola down the hall
and I remember him the most out of all the monsters
because he never left me in the perfumed silks of the night
stayed until the dawn to oppress my flesh with a song
over his coffee and buttered rolls
as I watched him from beneath my lashes
clenching my fists into the future
I remember the horses screaming
inside the epic night the manor was filled with blazing company
waltzing to candlelight Strauss melodies
the wolves stalking the edge of men plumped out with gold
and liqueur highs
nibbling the underside of a lady's alabaster chin
as she reclined in the music and drunken laughter
delighted by the company of wolves
who were in actuality quite something else indeed;
I was the only one who heard the horses
above the music and the drunken blaze
I remember seeking out old Enkielle's eyes
and he didn't move
and he didn't sound an alarm
we both knew there was no point
when it was monsters like the ones ripping through the night
who came at the will
of the captivating shiver of my shoulders
I bent into that night like a naked arch of back
my hips against the bone balcony edge
wondering what color my sound would be
what light my fall would be
what sin would crawl out of the laurel leaves braided around my head
if I were to tip just slightly into the dawn
and scatter into the marble tiles below;
the horse came screaming out of the mist
the wolf ate the darkness off my mouth with his sentence of love
I flew through the flex of a moment turned inside out into the future
my silks like rose pleats
streaming past the dying and the blood inside the manor
as I fell across the sweat and heat and muscle of the stallion
to sooth the screaming horse below
with my thighs firm about his belly
with my hands in the longing of his mane
with my body pushed deep into his sweat and carved inside his need
for the human girl
with the evergreen eyes
That night
the horses screamed
I became a monster
wounded
inside a glass of spiritual suicide;
and so I simply became
the monster body of them all
copyright2008:victoriaseleneskyedeme
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
1/16/2009 |
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| certainly you have unlocked the right moment for your readers Selene -- the twists and turns of childhood realities laced with lore and old world tales -- this is another delightful and entertaining work -- may the light of love bring you peace and great joy -- JMW |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
1/15/2009 |
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This is so gripping. Girls in shreaded innosence...men who delite in tearing precious silks and crushing gems into pastes to replace their eyes... People who can do good, who choose not to... You'll find me at your bar in the afterlife pleading your case, and against the monsters who tried to destroy you.
One thing's for sure though, You are still a gorgeous creature, monster or no! And your words are exquisite no matter what subject you write about. --Charlie |
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