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.  

The Under-Non-Wonder-Land

Then John followed me to wonderland. And down we went and up we came. My white tail fluffy, his blue ribbon bouncy. I didn't stop, didn't look back - the footsteps lead him the way. I didn't lock no doors, didn't magically disappear any entries, but he... he kept looking for challenges. He refused to see the easy way out and created puzzles. In which I got locked, I got shut doors, I got potions to drink me large, mushrooms to eat me small, mysteries to solve.

My white tail fluffy.

I met the twins- just they were attached. I met the geisha queen, and fought the cards. I looked at the watch and cried on- it was still the same o' clock. The time not moved on? And then i ran and ran and ran, but John followed me not. I ran in sadness but the cheshire showed me no way. I ran into happiness as i found the singing flowers but they saw me and transformed furious- green anger enveloped them and they lunged like flying bats. And so i ran again, and i ran and i ran and then i fell. Into darkness. And down I went and up I came.

As if from a dream, I felt awake. Suddenly and strangely. Scared and stuffy. I checked on my white tail, still fluffy. I looked around. In the bushes, giggity giggity, I made the sound. And he came running - with his blue ribbon bouncy.

We made love all night long. Rabbity Ribbity.

million little pieces

Journal

I write a journal every day in my head.
I smile, I cry, I laugh, I frown. I even curse.
And then i tear it into pieces and watch it burn.

I burn a journal every day in my head.
And then i wish i had just written it on pieces of paper instead.
In black, in blue, in red and green.
And then torn it to pieces and watched it burn for real.

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