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Pull your hood down, Little Red,
release your tresses, free your flesh,
tiptoe 'round the firelight, dance
until your feet are black with ash.
Let it pull you closer, dear,
singe the edges of your dress.
Warmer, warmer, hotter now,
pull down your hood, obey your flesh.
Falling, falling, tripping down
fired up and bursting, Red
consumed by want for the unknown.
At last, the Big Bad Wolf is fed.
release your tresses, free your flesh,
tiptoe 'round the firelight, dance
until your feet are black with ash.
Let it pull you closer, dear,
singe the edges of your dress.
Warmer, warmer, hotter now,
pull down your hood, obey your flesh.
Falling, falling, tripping down
fired up and bursting, Red
consumed by want for the unknown.
At last, the Big Bad Wolf is fed.
Literature
it rained one year ago today.
so i thought i
was invisible; and i
could hide from you and
your glances that cripple
and
break me.
-
so i thought you were
deaf; and you couldn't
hear me and i didn't
have to hide my words
along
with my actions.
-
so i thought i was
gone; and you weren't a part
of me anymore, but you found
ways
to stay inside of me when
i was
inside out.
-
it is cold outside and i'm
sitting on your porch
waiting for you to
come home
again; i remember one
year ago today, when we stood together
in the streets; in traffic.
we felt free.
we felt safe.
Literature
A History of Imaginarium
When we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?
Literature
Numbers
1600
The number of calories
Consumed today
131
What the scale says
That I currently weigh
100
A perfect flute score
Earning a hug from my father
3
The number of hugs last year
With which he could bother
6
The number of years
It's been since he died
82
The lowest grade on my report card
I cried
101
The number of non-accidental scars
Currently on my body
21
The number of roles
Which I've embodied
5
Written on the tag of jeans
I could not force myself to buy
4
The age when
I told my first lie
12.5
The number of crew hours
I have left at the least
150
The amount of money I need
For Beauty and the Beast
7
The
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Last entry for =dreamsinstatic's Poetry Screams Contest, using the prompt "Nightdance."
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Ooh, reminds me of the (way creepier) music video to "Pretty When You Cry" by VAST