Rumi writes my love story

When lovers moan,
they're telling our story.

Disney

The moss is bubbling green

Water falls, steaming the rocks

She sits there tearing her long dreads apart

Blood trickling down his sorcerous thumb

Nearby you hear the cheetahs roar

Hungry growls, weak prowls, 

Buzzing of the bumble bee

stings, the croaking of the yellow frogs

She sits there tearing her dreads apart

Under her, he reaches for the tongue

Bites it. Disappears. 

Summer

Summer fell into the wrong arms.
The trip though was a saviour. If she would have managed the next foot right, the truck would have done it's job and gone unnoticed. But then... she fell into the wrong hands. Saved, only to be killed again.

In the heat of the moment, she just sighed aloud. And next, eyes wide open, shot with bloody fear.

Sam had been a guardian angel to her. How was she to know that the orphanage hadn't found her but stolen her. Rich, insidious girl child lost in the arms of the heavenly. She didn't even recognize her grand mother when she had come looking. How would have she? She didn't even know she had one.

Sam jolted her up, twisted her little finger, "You remember the pinky swear, don't you. You promised to tell me everything. 'Never-ever will I lie to you Sammy-Mammy!'. So tell me... Where the fuck is the big diamond?"

She fell into the wrong arms.