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-Queer beauty is harmony of masculinity and femininity.

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Mothers,daughters and womanhood:

-Motherhood,the killer of womanhood,a daughter's dread

-Not all daughters are,mothers but all mothers are daughters and many daughters are their own mothers.Rachet reflections of eachother,like broken mirrors.

-Daughters are a bitter reminder to mothers of what they could have been.

-Mothers a dreadful vision of what they can become.

-Motherhood is self-sacrificial,for it requires the sacrifice of the self.Dreams,hopes,pride, womanhood,Self.

-And for who?

-A child not asked to be born?

-A man that no matter how much you love and he loves you...you still fear.

-For a society which shames you,calls you selfish when you don't have kids,incompetent if you do and blamed for dying young,at birth.

-Or do you do it for yourself?

-I pray for all daughters born.

Daughters birthing daughters.

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Ophelia:

-"The death of a beautiful woman is unquestionably,the most poetic topic in the world."

-Edgar Allen Poe

-Beautiful,young,pure,her body floating down the river stream,flowers in her dress,flowers in her hair.Her hands as in prayer with palms turned to the sky.Eyes open,you stare at her.

-Ofcourse you do,the world loves a beautiful dead woman!

-But you are staring at a corpse.

-You are staring at the drowned body of a woman,floating down a river.Decaying.

-Truely what a spectacle of a death!

-Subject of much art from the male gaze,ethereal paintings,tragic ballads and romantic poetry,an muse for eternity.

-For the voyeuristic pleasure of the male gaze.A dead beautiful woman whose beauty is now immortalised.Not that death can't be beautiful,but Ophelia's death is a romanticised one.Even in death women are objects,her dead body,her immortalised beauty an object of male desire.

-Never able to grow old,never able to rest either.

-How romantic.

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Honey do you love me,

I wish you would say it outright,

Honey do you love me,

Or are you too shy,

Tell me you love me,

Don't just hold my hand at night,

I would shout like a mad woman at the top of my lungs,

"THEIR MINE!"

Oh honey do you love me,

Please tell me now,

We don't have time and it's pouring outside,

Honey,

I love you.

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The temple of Viper

-The sky had bled,as the sun died in the horizon beyond any valley or dune.And soon it faded from crimson cold to grey,as night’s chariot raced through the now quite earth.When every conversation had stopped and all worries had been forgotten,under the warm shade of a home.But a lone traveller such as yourself cared little for such things.The warmth of a home could not warm your soul and though you could use a warm meal to warm your gut.The beauty and serenity of the wonders of the world was almost enough to feed your spirit whole!If it wasn’t for your growling stomach.The sand grave that was the dessert you dared cross,but your wits and years had you survive this whole ordeal.Sleeping under the sand during the day and navigating the cold ground through the stars.Avoiding dehydration,starvation,scorpions and snakes for three days.The only thing that wouldn’t kill you was a few withered plants and rare ruins of whatever this place could have been in it’s hay day.By the fourth you made it by a lush river bank,with fruits and clear water.Animals of all sorts gather to drink in it’s banks.Shedding your heavy and sand filled clothes you decided to bathe in it.The cold rushing water cooling your body in shivers and making your tiered aching muscles numb.Though you were covered during your travel the nasty burns from the sun on your hands,feet and face made themselves known when your head dipped below the surface.A quite hiss leaves your pursed lips as you resurface.Not a minute longer you swim back to shore.You check through your belongings and grab some dried valley flowers and soak them in a bowl of river water.From your heavy cloth bag you retrieve some aloe Vera and grad a handful of mud by the river.You mix the now hydrated valley flowers with the mud and apply aloe Vera on your arms,legs and face.The burn just a dull ache as you wait for the aloe to dry.And you apply your herbal mud mix and finally you sigh in relief.Looking for a decent place to rest you spot a banana tree,swiftly grabbing your things you settle under it’s shade.Grabbing a couple of leaves you wrap them around your arms and legs,and lay on the grass and with a final breath you fall asleep.Next morning comes when the sun is still young and small but you had awakened sooner.Washing your dirty clothes,cleaning your bowls and pots and taking note of all you had.As you finished putting on your boots and scarf,you turned to the sun,stretched out your arm and put your fingers between the horizon and it.

-“…4am…”-,you muttered,counting your fingers as if to count the hours.Grabbing your bag you followed a path by the river going north,leading you deeper into the lush rain forest.Although small and overrun by overgrown and wild plants,a path was still clear.And the more you followed the less untamed it became.It’s way revealed to you old columns and monuments,with ancient runes you hadn’t seen in your many travel.After all,travelling between regions has bound to have you at the feet of a house of prayer,for whatever deity it worshiped.Praying on a local god for safety in travel is common practice for travellers.And having the years and tears of a wonderer you are surprised to not even recognise the writing on the walls of these ruins.But soon you find yourself oddly,again before a temple as you clear the path.

-“…hm,so this is it…”-,you hummed under your breath as you behold the centrepiece of all the monuments you encountered so far.And you began the walk towards it.The temple was tall,made out of chipped grey stones covered in moss and vines.It was a simple square pyramid.with a box like room at the very top and a flight of wide smooth stairs leading to it.As you climbed up,you notice the faded carvings in every nook and cranny,depicting vague shapes you couldn’t quite decipher.Reaching the entrance of the high temple took long and all you found inside was a statue of a snake god with it’s head cut off.Though everything else was rather tidy,even though it was dirty.The offering table was empty and beside the stone table there was nothing else but carvings.These ones clearer.Reading through them you recognise the hieroglyphs.

-“…Jamil…”-you utter the name of the lord of this temple and it seems as though the building creaked at the mention of it.

-Jamil,snake god of order and chaos,servant of Kalim god of prosperity and festivities.You know of this because in the many parts of the scalding sands,celebration of the god of gold and his folklore is tradition.In an east southern,by the east coast of the Red Sea in the writings of a temple you noticed an snake like god on the left of Kalim’s mural.Curious you asked one of the high priests and they told you the folklore of how the two snake gods that created humans and beasts offered humanity to the gods,to forgive their sin,the procreation of monsters.And so serving the gods became humanities duty.But in older tales and books of magic such as The Book of Jints,speak of sheyatns bowing before the gods for redemption.And in some myths the snake gods offered their son,Jamil.As payment for their karmic debt.Thus was born the demon servant of Lord Kalim.But in the face of time and history,his stories are but the wind howling a dead tongue in peoples ears.Being that you were here might as well make an offering and a prayer.After all this was foreign land and to have divine protection from it’s god during your travels seemed not for naught.You would need to camp out here anyway.Until you got the forest mapped out anyway.That alone would take you a few days.You leave your things neatly in the corner and go out with a pouch and a bow to fix yourself something to eat and offer.Although eating what you offer isn’t considered good prayer etiquette.By the time you return with two birds and a hare,the moon has claimed the heavens.However that didn’t bother you too much since moonlight illuminated the temple stairs at your return.You make a fire by the entrance and clean your catch before cooking it in an everything stew.Meat,mushrooms,berries,fruits and random herbs you had on you.As the pot comes to a boil,you pour some stew on a bowl.Cleaning the offering table a bit you made your offering,burned some incense and sang a prayer before eating your own food.That night you slept by the feet of the snake god’s statue,behind the offering table.The only spot where the cold breeze couldn’t thaw your feet as you slipped into a restless slumber.

-The building creaked and groaned as it settled in the wind,that easily slipped into the cracks,billowing.But amongst the white noise a distinct sound could be heard.That of the grinding of stone on a rough surface.It was slow quite and it echoed so you couldn’t even distinguish where it was coming from.Your subconscious mind was to tiered to powerless and to afraid to awake and face whatever fearsome creature made such noise.When suddenly a tail dropped from above the ceiling with a not so subtle thud.It was long,and it wrapped around the now cold bowl of stew.Slurping sounds came from the dark ceiling where you couldn’t distinguish where it ended or where it began.A clawed hand slowly reaching for your frame,inching towards your face.As at it reaches your ear…it gently grazes your cheek and you stir but don’t awake,and the hand retracts.Only for a thin silk to be draped over your figure from above.

-"...it's been so,long."

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Lilium

-Church bells rang,calling the children of god to the house of prayer.And you move with the masses,a lost soul.

"Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam"

(The mouth of the just one will prepare itself for wisdom)

"Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium"

(And his tongue is telling a judgement)

"Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem"

(Blessed is the one who bears a temptation)

-Alone you sit on a carved bench,as choir sings praise to their lord.The church is delicately carved with holy symbols and painted gold mosaics of their saints.Tall pillars that reach into the heavens and a silver chandelier that hangs from it.It's glow illuminating the space where believers hang their head low in prayer.

"Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae"

(Since after being tested, he will receive the crown of life)

"O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna"

(Lord, the source of good-heartedness)

-Although beauty for thou that is holy surrounds you,you cannot bring yourself to look into the lord's eyes.Even if he was made of marble.

"Quam amoena esse virgo creditur"

(Lord, the divine fire, be gracious)

-For you have seen sin and virtue alike,so you care not for life,you care not for paradise,you care not for inferno,you care not for death.

"O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna"

(Oh how holy, how serene, how benign)

-A touch of light,feather like,on your arm has you turning your head.To the once empty spot of the dark wooden bench.

-"...simeon..."

-An utter less than a whisper on your breathless lips,the name of the holy being by your side seemingly had all noise halt.Until the strings of violin resumed together with the chorus vocals.

Quam amoena esse virgo creditur

(How beautiful is the virgin believed to be)

-"MC...are you-"

-"You were the one to kill Lilith.Weren't you?"

-"..."

"O quam sancta, quam serena, quam benigna"

(Oh how holy, how serene, how benign)

"Quam amoena O castitatis lilium"

(How beautiful, Oh lily of chastity)

-An iron pale,silver wing,comes down on your head,splitting your throat in a swift move.The wing quickly retracted on Simeon's back as if it never was there as if it never cut someone like a knife.Your blood spilled all over the place,your body slouching forward.You lifeless eyes staring unblinking at the painted tiled floor.His white suite now bloodied by the slaughter.-He did not dare look at your limp body next to him,instead starring in the distance.At the Sun son,crucified in marble stone.

-"...I..was given an offer...redemption,you could not see,but...I am so close to falling from grace and Luke!-"

-He takes a deep breath and sighs heavily.

-"I...was given a duty 5000 years ago.I simply pursued.Because,you see.There is no sin in Paradise.Heaven is perfect."

-He turns to your corpse in tears.

-"Forgive me...Lilith."

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Metal sprite and the spirit of death

-"OR-TH-O!!!"

-A faint shout pierced the void,but the voice was soon lost into oblivion.Darkness,well not quite darkness more like emptiness.Can't truly fathom it but it certainly exists.It's strange...so many contrasting,contradicting,complementary phenomenas and yet it all feels so insignificant.It feels like drowning in ink.It's almost peaceful.

-"Pain,Panic."

-one of the three old crones huddled around a glass eye spoke.

-"What is it old hag can't you see we playin?!"

-Pain says irritated as he looks back at the stranger elderly ladies.He grunts at the sight of them,decrepit,decaying corpses of fate that chant in ancient tongues amongst eachother.

-"Come on,come on baby just one ace!"

-Panic whispers under his breath in an hurried and anxious tone as he pulls card after card from a deck.

-"The boy is here."

-"So...you just usher souls to the other side?"

-"Indeed I do."

-"Do they pay you?"

-"Indeed they do."

-"But why do the souls have to pay you don't you get paid by like King Hades?"

-"Minimum wage doesn't pay enough for rent."

-"Speaking of King Hades are you taking me to him cause I gave you that special coin with the sigil?"

-"..."

-"?"

-"...yes."

-The undertaker sighed,can you blame him really?He hasn't had this chatty of a soul on his boat in centuries.The souls of the lost bemoaned but the young boy continued conversation to kill the seemingly frozen time.

-Soon the small rowboat docked infront of a massive and brooding castle.Agony oozed from it.

-"Thank you mister undertaker!"

-but the small boy seemingly unfazed hopped off the boat and bid the undertaker goodbye which the latter returned with a small wave.

-As the boy approached the castle steps a distant screeching voice calls out.

-"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

-Two horned figures fall painfully on top of eachother as the try to reach him.The little one immediately went to their aide and helped untangle the mess of horns and tails.

-"Oh,hello there are you okay?"

-the young one extends his hand in a polite manner.

-"AH!"

-Panic yelps and jumps back.

-"You troublesome little nitwit!We were waiting for you to arrive at the gates of CERBERUS!"

-Pain angrily declares as he dusts himself off from the impact.

-"Oh my apologize,I didn't you were waiting for me."

-the boy says innocently in an apologetic tone.

-"Tch,let's go,time's wasting."

-Pain tuts.

-"R-right this way-y."

-Panic stutters.

-Despite the estranged duo's addittute the little blue boy couldn't help but find them charming despite their rudeness or horror.He followed them into the castle through endless halls,tight staircases and gardens till they reached a dark throne room.

-"Hey boss!We got a special guest,heh..."

-"H-heh gues-s who?!"

-"I despise guessing."

-A tall and intimidating figure that was covered in shadows and smoke,rasped.In deep velvety voice.His tone had an edge to it which made Pain and Panic cower behind the boy.The figure turned his head.

-"Oh it's the Shroud boy."

-Suddenly all tension in the room seemed to magically disappear as the deity recognized the boy.

-"Just put him in the garden for-"

-He turned his back and continued with what he was doing before.Rambling on,but suddenly stopped and snapped back before the boy.His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.

-"Pain.Panic."

-The two demonic henchmen shrink even more at the cold mention of their name.

-"Why is the Shroud boy ALIVE?!"

-"ALIVE?!"

-"WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD?!"

-"I-I don't know I've never been dead before!"

-The castle walls groaned deep,a call.

-The four of them stayed silent,until the lord spoke.

-"Something in the overworld must have happened for you to have come here.You must have died at least at some point for you to be here.Do you remember?"

-"No sir,I only remember darkness sir."-the boy spoke timidly.

-Another groan echoed through the dark halls.

-"It seems that I cannot help you.I am King of the dead not death.But they will."

-With a flick of his wrist and a snap of his fingers a giant carved stone door appeared from sand.A blinding darkness all that was on the other side.

-"Go on.Take it."

-Though hesitant at first the boy bravely stepped before the door,but before he entered he waved goodbye to Hades,Pain and Panic.

-It felt like ink,like when he died?

-"H-hello?Hello!"

-"Who are you?I feel as though you have been here before."

-A voice echoed as light shined on the boy.

-"I am Ortho Shroud and I think I'm...dead?"

-"Ah,I see now.The youngest child that paid the price of the Shroud curse."

-"But King Hades said I was alive?"

-"Shrouds,those sentimental fools.Played god and gave you life when you weren't supposed to live, you walk a thin line my dear.Between life and death."

-"Therefore the Lord of the underworld cannot take you in how bargained."

-Ortho's face soured and his brow furrowed.

-"What do you mean!"

-"You'll see."

-The spirit of death waved a hand and the sand beneath Ortho's feet morphed.His eyes widened as the ground showned displaying an image of...S.T.Y.X?

-...It was inside and operating room his mom and dad and Idia were there!And...him.

-Body torn to shreds,covered in blood and blot.His brain connected to an computer and limbs being replaced by robotic ones.He gasped and recoiled at the image.

-"The truth is that you have passed.But they are keeping you alive.But in the efforts to do so you have lost your humanity.And so cannot truly die and go to Hade's garden just like the curse promised."

-"A-and that's a good thing, right?"

-"It means that you no longer are a real boy,life can bring great suffering and eternal life brings eternal suffering."

-"...oh..."

-"Do not get me wrong you will die many times.Such as this one."

-"But they are not real deaths,just, waiting periods"

-The spirit of death reaches beneath the sand revealing many hourglasses.

-"There are rules you know.Despite your families disregard of them.We shall simply wait until the sand runs out and everytime you cross, you'll wait a bit longer here with me."

-The spirit slips an small hourglass.

-"And what happens when the time runs out?"

-"I will simply send you back everytime,till eternity."

-"...I see.If that's so can I ask you-"

-The last grain of sand falls and Ortho is sucked into the sand.

-"wOOAH!"

-"See you next time."

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Venus in fur blood in a cup

-Masked figures dance under colorful lights in the middle of the night.Laughing and pantin as the music chants,enchanting the marble ballroom.Of gold arches,pale pillars,eccentric mosaics and detailed carvings on stone.And this luxurious palace is filled to the brim with exquisite and expensively dressed guests.Draped in purple's,vibrant reds and deep blues.In furs and feathers,diamonds and pearls held by gold and silver chains and rings,and other colorful gems.The masks on their faces just as eccentric and bold,with patterns and gold. Statues of beautiful nymphs and ram headed gods stand witness to the sinful indulgence of material goods and wine,of the richest.

-As conversation flows with the melody of violins,the high pitch of a lone glass clanking is heard,and all gossip dies down for a minute.

-An tall and wrinkled, pale old man in a dark and cream gown,bearing a boar mask.Raises a fancy glass of champagne and announces:

-"Allow me to make a toast,let us all raise a glass to our brave and fearless count Lucio!Let us-"

-"Thank you,thank you."

-Count Lucio spoke in an certain and knowing,condescending tone.

-"Celebrating rights and riches-"

-"All thanks to my tireless efforts."

-Once again Lucio cuts off the man,declaring praise,demanding glory.

-"For his thoughtful-"

-"Of course,"

-"Kind-"

-"Indeed,"

-"Generous-"

-"Undoughtedly,"

-"Majesty has allowed us to gather in this extravagant event in these trying ti-"

-Lucio steps up and raises his own glass,as his courtiers gather behind him,with Nadia at his side.A step behind.

-"Friends and allies no need to think about death in this lovely evening!The red death is a poor man's problem!"

-The audience laughed as he overtook the man's toast.

-"Death does not lurk on these rooms and halls,only the finest entertainment and the biggest piles of gold.So indulge in wine and the plague will pass by!"

-The guests whistle at him as he laughs,clapping.Grabbing the nearest bottle of red wine and pours it in half full cups till they spilled on the tiled floor.-Nadia steps back as the wines spills so it doesn't stain her dress.She silently sneers with disgust at the display in front of her.But utters not even half a word of her disdain.Instead carefully walking up to Lucio as he passes through arms.

-"I will be returning to my chambers."

-"Aww Nadi,so soon?"

-He whines like a petulant child and her expression darkens slightly and her patients thins.Manifasting in a furrowed brow,which Lucio was to blind to see.

-"...Yes,I am afraid I had to many golden geese."

-She sighs quietly and is lead back to her wing by her servant,the only part of the palace guests were not prohibited.-"Portia I seem to have another headache,I request your care for however long it may take to pass it."

-"Yes m'lady."

-And so the night goes on and Lucio decides to greet his guests,as the incredible host that he was.It was only natural.

-He begins at the palace entrance.The night sky was a deep rich navy as the stars shone pale and the moon glowed blue of hue.Teal flowers decorated the heavy pale steel gate,to the open blue iron doors that welcomed guests in carriages as rich as the morning sky.Most new additions to royal lines and noble family little children running around horses,as their butlers and maids raced to get ahold of them.As they dashed for the blue doors.

-Next he ventured through the pale violate halls,with high ceilings and carved lilac arches.All covered in purple curtains and lavender table silk.As none truly stayed to admire said walls and works,to busy trying to enter the funrooms.

-As the masses moved so he strode to the springful green bubble enclosure.Fun rooms,bright rooms with curious and wonky machines,with giant tanks of colorful distilled water tainted by soap,oil and magic. There youth laughed and danced on the grass,sang by fountains and playfully floated on the magical bubbles that took them higher to the glass ceiling,and safely brought the joyful young back to their feet. As he weaved through the crowd,he stopped.

-There in the many fountains stood,bathing.A young woman.The violet silk and sheer dress clunk to her form,which was that of a figure of a godess.Her pale skin sheened under the water.Her feet were small and her hair long enough to reach her fingers.She didn't seem to be of a noble line for her hair and dress were too simple,and she bore no mask.An entertainer.

-Lucio stared at the beauty,forgetting his honourable duty as she bathed in the fountain.Slowly she turned to see a strange man in a mask staring at her,and she smiles. Lucio's lip curled into a grin.

-'Nadi isn't here,so why not have some fun with a little nymph?'-He thought to himself smirking as he approached.

-"My,my I knew the palace would be decorated with the most exotic and rare flowers,most put in places that would have withered if it wasn't for my hand,like lotuses on balconies.But I wouldn't have known I had a wild aster growing in my fountain."

-The girl giggled at his remark as she swam to the edge of the fountain were Lucio sat.

-"Oh?And who may you be,charmer?"-she teases.

-He laughs at her comeback,already liking her witts.

-"Why the man that puted the flowers in the palace,ofcourse!"

-Lucio proudly declares,only for his pride to shatter when the girl turned up her nose at him. Baffled he tilted his head in a questioning look,as cold bead of sweat fell off his face and lips pursed.She gave him a side eye only to sigh as if exasperated and said with a slight whine:

-"What's the point of all these beautiful flowers embedded in silk and gold,if they'll whither before morning?"

-Lucio gave a wobbly smile,a bit bewilder at such a question.

-"Wel-l if you want to see real flowers,why don't you come with me!?I have a rare flower so rare,pirates and merchants have come to me for it alike!"

-The girl percked up at such a mention.

-"Is that so?"

-She says in a low voice inching towards Lucio.He laughs and extends an arm to her.

-"Why don't you come to see for yourself?My chamber is not far."

-She giggles at his antics and hops out of the fountain and walks with Lucio,arm in arm.

-"My name is Hesperus,Count Lucio."

-And Lucio smiled to himself,ofcourse she knew him.She was just playing hard to get.

-Passing a golden arch that led outside,were it was dawning.They came before a pool area surrounded by maple and lemon trees.The pools themselves were laid in a rich color that made the water run as if it was liquid gold.The intricate terracotta paths that led to them had orange gradient that faded from hue to hue.Yet despite the young rays of the sun,it was not warm.For the wind billowed, an autumn breeze.The maiden shivered by Lucio's side and so he took it as a sign to act chivalrous,in hopes that they would walk faster to his chamber.So,he landed her his pale fur coat.

-"We don't want you catching a cold,do we little nymph~?"

-He purred and she snuggled her face deep within his coat blushing,-"There are people who are bleeding out of their eyes and guts!"

-She says in a short weird laugh that Lucio ignores to preoccupied thinking how'd she smell on his coat.-Soon they enter the great white ballroom. With a checkered marble floor,tall pale pillars that reached into the heavens and a high glass ceiling,so high it could show you welkin.And all covered in symmetrical details. The oldest and richest gathered here,eldest. Kings,dukes and barons of conquerors and colonizers.Sipping champagne and white wine in fancy tall glasses.Though their cups seemed almost finished.A sip away from an empty glass.The girl seemed awfully giddy as they passed through wrinkled guests.

-Lucio getting jealous as she stared at kings.

-Finally,they entered the deserted violate corridor that lead to his chamber.It was quite and the nymphtte seemed to take slower steps making Lucio wait.And as more and more time past,his confident facade started breaking as his nerves got to him.It was awkward yet the young woman seemed perfectly calm,taking steady steps.

-"Do you feel the pressure as we walk and the hall stretches.Is there a pit in your stomach that tightens,with fear."

-She stares at him unblinkingly,with a wide smile.He laughs nervously but doesn't look her in the eye.

-"E-eager,ey?"-he tries to say smoothly only to quickly shut up as they continue to walk not even halfway through the damned long corridor.But the girl never looked away from his face.Her grin getting wider and wider.

-And so,they finally reach at the steps of Lucio's chamber.

-All black,black walls,black wood,black velvet,black curtains.

-He led her to his bed.Laying her on her back delicately.And sheds some of his clothes.Climbing on top of her,he ripped up her dress revealing her soft mounds.He took her legs on his shoulder and when he was about to-

-"You may make love to me,but you may not kiss me."

-Lucio's patients ran thin at her antics.

-"I DO WHAT I WANT!"

-He slams his lips to her and immediately pulls back coughing.His throat tightening,it was as if his chest was about to burst.Lucio was gasping for air that wouldn't fill his lungs.Blood filled his eyes and blood dripped from his nose.And finally he hunched over putting his hands on the bed board as he vomited blood on the maidens chest.Vomit after vomit the blood never ended.But the girl didn't even flinched as he bleed his guts.

-"What did-d you do TO ME YOU WRENCH-"

-He couldn't even finish his sentence as more blood spilled from his lips.The woman laughs as she slithered out of the velvet bed.

-"My name is Phosphorus.And you my dear Lucio led death to your door."

-She goes up to the window.Pulling back the curtains.The view from it overseed Vesuvia. Shone by sunlight.

-"Look at the surviving in their own homes for they have nothing and fear all.You have all and fear as if you have nothing to lose.My dear death does not discriminate."

-"Wh-hat ar-e you-u?"

-"I am Venus,the Morningstar you will not see."

-And so every and all party guests fell,their guts filling with blood and eyes shot red.The blood they bleed was just the blood they owed.

-The plague claimed all.Except for the countess and her maid.

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Oh,if I dip my head under the surface,

And let the river wash the blood and soil on my skin,

Will you forgive my sins mother?

How many more storms do I have to endure?

For you to say you love me.

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"Humans are inheritly selfish"

"Human nature is to be greedy"

"Human are good"

"Humans are neutral"

Human are nothing.

There is no inherent nature simply symptoms of our existence manifested whether internally or externally.

The discussion of human nature only assumes an inherent importance to human kind.

Which in an universe so infinite, so chaotic who are we to believe such delusions.

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Are you a sadist or a masochist?

I don't know I've never been in bed with another,

But if I had to say I'd be neither,

Either way,

The sadist takes their pain as a whip and crack it on others back,

The masochist takes their pain and expose their back for the yolk of the whip to enjoy,

Not that I have not tasted the yolk,

Nor had a whip in my hands,

But now I can't wash the blood on my hands or the scars on my back,

But as I've come to grown I don't wanna cause pain and don't want to feel pain.

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Does the crane know of the wind billowing under it's wing,

Does the river know of the fish swimming beneath it's skin,

Does the valley flower feel joy under the sunlight of spring,

Does it know it's going to be eaten by a sheep?

Does the summer sun seek the grass,

How grass rises first at the end of each winter wanting to be graced by it's radiance after the dark season,

Does the water reflect moonlight because it wants to be it's mirror,

Does the moon ever like to look into it's reflection,

Or is it's face on the dark side?

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The lionesses were bred out of us,

Men and their circus bred us like sheep,

"A beautiful sheep has slim legs"

And so our powerful legs that even in death kept us standing turned into fragile hooves,

Paws that allowed us to walk upon the scorching earth and the claws that we used to hunt prey,

Gone,

"A dainty sheep is small of size and snout",

They gave us rock and water to eat,

Stumping our teeth and eroding our bone,

Ugly face the blood that stains the flesh pink,

Skin clung to our ribs organs exposed,

"A beautiful sheep has a long fleece!"

Fur fell,

Turned ugly and grey,

It grew to keep us warm as our own bodies were cold,

"You are sheep!"

Yet make us jump fire rings,

Crack their whips and have us perform tricks,

This is a circus after all,

We are abused for laughter,

But let one not perform and the act falls,

Forget not we are not sheep,

We are lions with or without a mane,

And they are just men.

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-It's late.I need to go to sleep.I have to wake up early tomorrow...

-I've never hated like this in my life.My blood sears through my veins my heart burns and my gut twists.I feel as though my neck is heating like a kettle and steam is blowing through my ears.To the point my head pounds and my body aches in pain.

-And as I write this the object of my distress moves around our shared room with arrogance I had not seen until I started despising them.

-It's maddening I moved the clock so if only I could give my body a few hours of rest.

-I feel myself decaying,and despite that everyday I wait and pray that the wrench that grants me no peace dies in a fire!

-No I have never hated like this,...I was filled with hope once,excitement!I spoke to strangers curtly and politely.I made friends and shared stories,thoughts,emotions,philosophies over a cup of coffee.I showened in both lectures and seminars and never missed a day!

-I dressed well even!Wore Mary Jane's and red lipstick.Colourful jewls ,rings,earrings,necklaces and an even more colourful perfume.Which always left a scent behind.

-Now I am lucky to have even brushed my hair,after all how far can a messy bun go?I don't even wear my birth earrings,in fear of being stolen.Rriped out of my very ears...I can't even get myself to wash my teeth.

Let alone perfume!

...

-When I first got here I was buying my books,fixing my things,going to the bank,grocery shopping.I felt...good.

-Yet it has only been a month and I've grown just as bitter as the old crones whom never had sons.

-The weather is harsh and unpredictable and so are the people.Some days I need only step outside for a moment and the rain has drenched me to the bone and others not even a light breeze to sooth the heat of a hot day without sun.

-The sun doesn't shine,whether stormy or bright there are only gray clouds above the city sky.

-Some days people speak to me with praise or awe at my abilities,not as a competent student but as an artist.And other days I'm just in the corner,because I feel alone even when people are around,they speak to me,but not with me.

-It gets pretty isolating.

-Travelling from city to city every weekend back and forth on a cheap taxi on an tedious road has taken toll.

-My hair has fallen,my joints crack in pain and I feel blood on my teeth.

-I am so tired...

-I am too anxious and I miss my family,my parents.I never thought I would be hitting rock bottom like this.I feel pathetic.

-God give me strength there is only so much I can take before I come see you.