lunarwendigo

A Crack in the mirror shatters my false reality. I'm Alice, Fucking the Mad Hatter for a little more time. A drop of acid in the teapot, Wonderland has never been so far away. Magic mushrooms can't fly me out of here. Trips me a tale, Tells me a lie. Sleep offers black and white checkered hallways. The Queen awaits me at the end to say, "I told you so." To always wear a grin, I'd skin the cheshire cat for that, Pull down the moon and drink. Daisies tower overhead, Raining pollen on my hair. Fool, I'm no natural blonde. Dig deeper to the roots. Get dirt on you hands and be my frustration. Jump down the rabbit hole because t

                Calypto came out of sleep, a cobweb of dreams sheltering reality. Fleeting images fluttered beneath her heavy lids, the network of thoughts dissipating as the eerie sound of rain pelting her sanctuary like jagged sea glass awoke her. She yawned and stretched, her tongue curling and muscles flexing in relief from the tight, coiled position she had held for hours. It was early evening, the sun having just completed its descent below the horizon, leaving a hazy, amber residue. The musky scent of warm earth permeated the closely confined air. Grainy clusters clung to Calypto acting as a natural perfume and aphrodisiac. Greenery en

They're maggots, Eating away at my brains. Oozing from corrupted eyes, To seep out into the world, And spread their stupidity. Are you disgusted yet? Scared? I am. My Grandmother always says people are like mushrooms: Kept in the dark and only fed shit. Stumbling up at a break neck slow, We hardly skim the surface. "Eat shit and die" Oh, what a lovely life we lead. Does it creep across your skin? The pity in others eyes when they find you lacking, The disappointment in your own. The mind is waiting. Can't you hear it calling? Begging for existence, Chaotic escape. Free it dammit, Let it breathe. Escape the boundaries yo

I'm falling apart, Crumpling to the un-pillowed floor. A shapeless doll discarded for my mind. Confetti moths caught in my eyelashes, Pulling at my hair, Ripping at the shallow roots. Headache after headache. I feel frustration. The heavy insignificance, Lack of virtue. All I want to do is hide, Crawl under the bed of dusty floorboards and misshapen shadows. Shun the blue eyed creatures. Slump into a harsh corner and sleep, Where still my thoughts are cruel. Torture, It's all internal. I'm cold. Shivers tickling along my comatose arms, The curls at the nape of my neck. An itch beneath my cotton clothes. I feign indifferen

I stood at the street corner and idly took a drag from my cigarette. As I shifted from one booted heel to the other, the stiff chiffon gown I wore chaffed my legs and gave me goose bumps. The late October wind, smelling oddly like candy corn, clutched desperately at my hair and drew it against my lips, catching the chilled strands in the glittery gloss I wore. As I annoyingly tore them away, I exhaled and watched the smoke drift and mold with the murky sky. Fibrous leaves in varying shades of apricot, olive, and honey chuckled merrily down the barren road. A gorged rain drop fell quite suddenly onto my bared shoulder and startled me. I studi

I wake with the knowledge that it's just another day; The monotony that is my life. A rejected heart, I enter the maze that confuses my day. A green, leafy horizon tempts me. Offering a brief time of discovery and girlish giggles. Damnation. Bubbles enter the blood stream and make me bold. It's madness. Living in a house of Harpies where no opinion is safe. Women rule the roost and fight for dominance. I crave numbness. The dulling of the senses, The paralysis of my destructive thoughts. Peace at it's basest core. Everyone sees me falling, But I don't realize it until the taste of dirt is on my tongue. Gritty in my teeth. Li

I bow to the moon, She who gave me life. It's mid April and the air is damp below the great oaks. Ferns smother the forest floor, Though they can't keep out the bleeding hearts and foxgloves that peek out at me. A candle is set into the greenery around each corner, The bases pooling and glossy. I walk the perimeter of my circle, Sprinkling salt for purification. The ground is wet and dirty, Earth crawls between my toes and chills. I invoke the four corners, Each represented by one token. Earth; a jaded piece of obsidian. Air; a billowing, sandalwood insense. Fire; a giant, unstable pillar candle. Water; a sand doller found at

I look into his window that's icy, spiderwebbed by Autumn's touch. He is restless, haunted by yearning. Shifting endlessly on his lone bed, his blankets forgotten on the floor. I'm at the foot of his bed, standing. I run my fingernail up the baby soft sole of his foot and smile sweetly at his whimper. I draw my arms above my head and slowly rise to my toes. My long hair streams down my bowed back to caress the skin that arches there. I'm suspended above him. A curvy shape encassed in airy purple fabric, invading, set to conquer. I'm in his dreams now. That vibrant and bland world beyond consciousness. He's not alone anymore thoug

I crawl out my bedroom window and feel the dewy grass under foot. My shadow stretches under the street lamp's glow and I'm waif-like for a moment. A dark alley hides my progress into the city. Glass shards of broken, forgotten bottles litter the streets and create a dangerous mosaic. The city is a trove of mischief, intrigue, and danger; a perfect playground. I don't have to glance about to know only moths linger. The Change begins slow. The thick pop of knuckles and joints breaking begins; tendons snapping and re-growing. Hunched over, the sensation of teeth breaking through tissue stings. I shiver with the sprouting of russet fur.

I lead you into a dark corner and breathe along your skin. My lips caress your neck, a wet, hot press of pillows. I rake my teeth across your salty richness, your skin catching. You shudder under the pressure, my claiming of prey. A trail of slickness, I lick across my chosen spot, that sensitive hollow behind the ear. I restrain your silky hair and arch your neck with long, gripping fingers. The pain is sharp and your eyes flutter closed. I pause, the vibrations from your panic and excitement create a heady mixture and steals from me a moan. My teeth sink deep, slicing through heated flesh. I drink, my throat waxing and waning with