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Elizz Nov 2018
Seeing the torment
Savoring the grief
Smelling the anguish
The thing under this skin prowls
Aged
Immortally blissful
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Bitter liquid down my gullet
Its gullet
Its body
What happened
Between this mirror switching face?
I don't remember having steel gray eyes
The skin on my knuckles breaking
Nails sharpened
Senses heightened
Canines elongated
I thought
That if I had shattered this mirror
I could keep the beast in
Keep it from your eyes
But in shattering this mirror
I let it out
And it came right through my skin
An arrow tipped in blood bane
A clouded fume of smoke surrounded my eyes
And when I woke up
I saw myself  
Every part
Presented every thing done on a silver platter
Good
Bad
Horrendous
Things that should never see the light of day
Golden bells chiming the good things that I've done
Singing long forgotten praises
In a lilting reminisced language
Sapphire tears cutting paths along my unmarred skin
Blood twining down
Dancing along to the rhythm of the song
Sitting
Collapsing is more like it
Snow gliding up around me in a cloud
White dust
Not exactly as addicting as the drug  
I take it all in turning it over
In quivering palms
After all of these years
Of fighting my own self
I've finally learned how to love it all
A little more everyday
Iron glints
Nails smooth
Rounding out
Canines go back
To a reduced size and a reduced time
I look back into the mirror and see myself
Today I own a little bit more of my beast
Elizz Nov 2018
Hands cup my face
Calloused warm
A scar on the left hand on the pointer finger
I kiss each palm
Thorns biting into my lips
Blood trickles down my chin
Over the crest of it
Down my neck
I sit in a lap
Another arm braced across my back
Mirrors staring at me that dance with humor
Ever changing
Safe
Warm
A heavy presence
Safe
Captive
I'd go as far as to say prisoner
But I can't I love it here
I finally found somewhere I belong
I'm content to be caged
I've never soared higher
Cerulean skies
I'm content to be shackled
Kisses chaining me down
A welcomed pressure beating in my heart
I'm the happiest captive ever
Forever loved
How can I not be ?
Elizz Nov 2018
She told him
That she had a timer
That her story would be short lived
"I don't have enough pages for you to read"
He said that was fine
Some of the best stories are always short lived and end in cliffhangers
A signed contract
Two agreements
Willing participants
It's been fifty six days
He's watched the ink
Encircling her wrists
Oxidizing
Black flaking off
Skin growing more sallow
Edges looking as if they've curled in
Brittle
Brown with age
She told him
He wouldn't have enough pages to read
Less is more
He silently thought
The book closes
Elizz Nov 2018
Always be careful
Traipsing through the wood
Mother would say
I didn't listen to mother
Hardly ever did I listen
Frost biting thighs
Pacing
Not my pacing
I can't move
A lion stares back at me
Paws bigger than my hands
Splayed on the ground veins of blood snaking between them
I shiver
Not because I'm cold or scared
I'm just amazed that I'm still alive
I take in the lion still pacing
Eyes never breaking contact from my face
A brown coat
Light brown sparks of caramel shimmering
Eyes
It's been staring straight at me
And I haven't even noticed his eyes
Teal
Light green
Silver
Almost illuminated
A coarse patch in its otherwise smooth mane
Four paces
Closer
Nine paces
Closer
Our breathing mingles
I was already frozen
But I could at least feel my blood circulating through my body
The slight inflated rise of my lungs
Stunning
This lion lowers himself
Eye level with me
And I can move now
I get off of my thighs I stare at my hands
A tug in my gut and I'm down on the cave floor
Laying on my side
Across from each other eyes locked
I fell asleep heat brushing over me
A cocooned blanket  
This is how we fall asleep
For many nights
His eyes are always the last to close
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