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Gehenna or Eden

It is spring. Still cool in the mornings. Warm days.

She sits in a swing, in a never completed park.

No grass. No paved tracks. No transplanted trees.

Just the little playground.

 

She thinks she is 17 now. Her birthday is in mid-March.

It might be April by now, though she doesn’t know for certain.

The war came. The fires came. The silence came.

She sits in a swing, and waits for him.

 

The wind was sewn, and the whirlwinds came a’reaping.

She has been alone for a year. She is always tired. Often hungry.

Her dreams are filled with terrors and wonders.

She wonders if she is a prophet for the remnant.

 

She knows he is following close behind. Is a wary? Is he waiting?

The silence that came after the fires has been the worst. No human voices.

All the batteries are dead. No way to hear music even.

She longs to speak, and to hear, and to touch.

 

She sits in the swing, waiting. She remembers her childhood.

She was swaddled and innocent, while the world was burning.

She knew not what was coming, but it came, and it took her too.

She remembered trying to swing as he as she could, laughing.

 

The boy, has been following her, and she hears him, out of sight.

She has much to fear from an unknown male, but she is lonely.

He is no older than she. Most likely just as tired, and hungry, and lonely.

Adam and Eve in Gehenna instead of Eden.

 

She looks up. There he is. They lock eyes. She smiles.

He walks to her, unsure, as if he’s afraid of spooking her.

She stays in the swing, and watches him, heart racing.

Will he kiss her cheek, or slit her throat? Is he a friend?

 

He goes to the swing beside her, and sits down.

It is spring. The morning is cool. Warm days.

The silence is perhaps broken now, voices speaking.

Maybe it’s a crack in all this death, life coming back.

 

Spook Show

The woman followed the vampire willingly. He was pale and handsome and full of promises, such promises. Through the foggy heath she followed, into the castle, a remnant of decadent aristorcracy. Not much farther now to go.
“I should not be here.” The woman said, as if her head were as full of fog as the night around here. “I should go.”
“But, my lovely one, you’ve come so far already. I have such things to show you.”
He took her hand, which was soft in warm, into his own, which was cold and smooth as marble. The woman’s breath began to come faster now. It would not be much longer now at all.
Down the mossed and broken steps, into the selphulcre. There were candelebra lit, casting velvet shadows on the anciet walls. The oblong coffin was open, it’s lid laying at it’s side.
The vampire moved in close to the girl, inhaling the jasmine scent of her perfume, the lilac scent of her silky hair. Her ran a long, white finger down the line of her jaw. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“I have such things to show you, my lovely one.” The vampire said, and sank his long fangs into the woman’s neck, sucking her life’s essence through the pin prick wounds.
Sonya shuddered in the darkness, imagining the vampire’s ivory fangs sinking into her own neck. Flickering on the screen, the woman slowly crumpled as her life was drained out of her. Her skin became pale and smooth like the vampire’s. She seemed to be in ecstasy even as conciousness and life slipped away from her. They so often followed, perhaps knowingly.
In the safety of the audience, where nothing on the screen, no matter how cruel and cunning could touch her, Sonya wondered what it would be like to walk into the night, into the fog and shadow, and follow the devil into his world.
The movie was letting out. It was well after midnight, the triple feature have taken up all the darkned hours; soon morning would be coming around again. Sonya leaned against the the front wall, by the poster announcing the night’s shows, and smoked a cigarette. She had promised her mother she’d come right home after the show was over. But it was already so late, surely a few minutes more would not matter……

“Hello.” A voice said. Sonya turned and saw a boy, a teenager like her, smiling at her. He was dressed in dressy black clothes. His hair was shiny and slick and cropped closed to his head. His eyes were ice blue.
“Hello.” Sonya said in return, returning the greeting as she took another drag from her smoke.
“Pardon me, miss, for being so forward. I know we have not been introduced. But I saw you coming into the show tonight. I wanted to make your aquaintance.”
“Why?” Sonya asked, curious.
“Because you are so beautiful, miss.” The boy said. Sonya saw his teeth were perfect and ivory white when he smiled. She didn’t know what to make of his compliment.
“Thank you.” She said, and smiled back at him, a little unsure. She was flattered, but she couldn’t imagine what it was about her the boy found so alluring.
“It’s a dark night out miss, and it’s very late, would you like for me to escort you home. Perhaps we could talk along the way.”
“Sure.” Sonya said, flicking away her cigarette. The crowd from the theatre was already dispersed’ it was just them on the street.
“Splendid.” The boy said, and smiled again with those perfect ivory teeth.

 A wind was blowing. A few leaves, though still green, had already fallen. They were pushed down the sidewalk at their feet. There was the hint of a chill in the wind, the crispness of autumn already beginging to push back the wet, hothouse heat of summer; winter would be here before long.
“You are a brave young lady, to be out so late on your own. Is not you’re mother worried for you.”
“My mother does nothing but worry for me. I’m surprised she doesn’t have ulcers.”
“Are you always making trouble for her?” The boy asked.
“Yeah. I don’t mean to, but it always seems to happen.” Sonja replied.
She turned to look at the boy. He looked every bit as youthful as her, yet something seemed aloof about him. Plus he talked very proper, like one of her grandparents. In the washed out golden light of the streetlamps, she saw his skin was almost as white as marble.
“You shouldn’t be trouble for your mother.” The boy said. “She loves you very much I can assure you. She only wants you to be safe.”
“I know. But it seems like no matter what I do it always causes a stir.”
“Oh, my dear girl, that will never do.”
Sonya turned to the boy and scowled. Why was it any his buisness anyway? Why did he care so much about her mother to begin with?
“You said you came up to me because I was beautiful.” Sonya said, hoping to change the subject.
“Yes, miss, that is true.”
“What’s so beautiful about me?”
“You haves such beautiful skin.” He said. Sonya again scowled at him. What kind of thing was that to say? Though, all things considered, she should perhaps be pleased he didn’t say something rude about the size of her chest. Then again, would he say anything rude at all?
“Beautiful skin?” She asked.
“Yes, very healthy and glowing.” He said, then stopped walking. He leaned in close, ran a finger down her jawline. She didn’t close her eyes or sigh. He’d must’ve downed a bottle of mouth wash before coming out tonight, but still there was a hint of something……fetid on his breath.
“And your cheeks my dear.” The boy continued, now smiling. “They are so chubby and ruddy with color.”
Sonya backed away from his touch. His smile, she saw now, was full of a predator’s hunger. And where there fine tipped fangs there as well. She looked around her; they were in the park, a good half mile from her house, in the middle of the night, no one was around.
She turned to run, not knowing what else to do. Yet she was in such a state now that her limbs betrayed her and she fell in an ungaily heap on the paved trailway. The boy placed his hands upon her arms and easily picked her up. She looked into his ice blue eyes, and knew not what she was seeing.
“Now my dear, be still, and soon I will let you go.”
 Sonya awoke in her own bed, under the covers, nice and warm. She heard her mother snoring in the next room; she had not been awakened. Yet something itched in the back of Sonya’s brain, something that would not let her think it was all a dream. She felt her neck; their were two bumps their, almost like mosquito bites. And she felt somthing hot stirring beneath them.
She curled into a ball beneath her comforter, watched into the darkness of her room, which was lit only by the tint of the moon. What would happen now?

Spookshow

The woman followed the vampire willingly. He was pale and handsome and full of promises, such promises. Through the foggy heath she followed, into the castle, a remnant of decadent aristorcracy. Not much farther now to go.
“I should not be here.” The woman said, as if her head were as full of fog as the night around here. “I should go.”
“But, my lovely one, you’ve come so far already. I have such things to show you.”
He took her hand, which was soft in warm, into his own, which was cold and smooth as marble. The woman’s breath began to come faster now. It would not be much longer now at all.
Down the mossed and broken steps, into the selphulcre. There were candelebra lit, casting velvet shadows on the anciet walls. The oblong coffin was open, it’s lid laying at it’s side.
The vampire moved in close to the girl, inhaling the jasmine scent of her perfume, the lilac scent of her silky hair. Her ran a long, white finger down the line of her jaw. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“I have such things to show you, my lovely one.” The vampire said, and sank his long fangs into the woman’s neck, sucking her life’s essence through the pin prick wounds.
Sonya shuddered in the darkness, imagining the vampire’s ivory fangs sinking into her own neck. Flickering on the screen, the woman slowly crumpled as her life was drained out of her. Her skin became pale and smooth like the vampire’s. She seemed to be in ecstasy even as conciousness and life slipped away from her. They so often followed, perhaps knowingly.
In the safety of the audience, where nothing on the screen, no matter how cruel and cunning could touch her, Sonya wondered what it would be like to walk into the night, into the fog and shadow, and follow the devil into his world.
The movie was letting out. It was well after midnight, the triple feature have taken up all the darkned hours; soon morning would be coming around again. Sonya leaned against the the front wall, by the poster announcing the night’s shows, and smoked a cigarette. She had promised her mother she’d come right home after the show was over. But it was already so late, surely a few minutes more would not matter……

“Hello.” A voice said. Sonya turned and saw a boy, a teenager like her, smiling at her. He was dressed in dressy black clothes. His hair was shiny and slick and cropped closed to his head. His eyes were ice blue.
“Hello.” Sonya said in return, returning the greeting as she took another drag from her smoke.
“Pardon me, miss, for being so forward. I know we have not been introduced. But I saw you coming into the show tonight. I wanted to make your aquaintance.”
“Why?” Sonya asked, curious.
“Because you are so beautiful, miss.” The boy said. Sonya saw his teeth were perfect and ivory white when he smiled. She didn’t know what to make of his compliment.
“Thank you.” She said, and smiled back at him, a little unsure. She was flattered, but she couldn’t imagine what it was about her the boy found so alluring.
“It’s a dark night out miss, and it’s very late, would you like for me to escort you home. Perhaps we could talk along the way.”
“Sure.” Sonya said, flicking away her cigarette. The crowd from the theatre was already dispersed’ it was just them on the street.
“Splendid.” The boy said, and smiled again with those perfect ivory teeth.

 A wind was blowing. A few leaves, though still green, had already fallen. They were pushed down the sidewalk at their feet. There was the hint of a chill in the wind, the crispness of autumn already beginging to push back the wet, hothouse heat of summer; winter would be here before long.
“You are a brave young lady, to be out so late on your own. Is not you’re mother worried for you.”
“My mother does nothing but worry for me. I’m surprised she doesn’t have ulcers.”
“Are you always making trouble for her?” The boy asked.
“Yeah. I don’t mean to, but it always seems to happen.” Sonja replied.
She turned to look at the boy. He looked every bit as youthful as her, yet something seemed aloof about him. Plus he talked very proper, like one of her grandparents. In the washed out golden light of the streetlamps, she saw his skin was almost as white as marble.
“You shouldn’t be trouble for your mother.” The boy said. “She loves you very much I can assure you. She only wants you to be safe.”
“I know. But it seems like no matter what I do it always causes a stir.”
“Oh, my dear girl, that will never do.”
Sonya turned to the boy and scowled. Why was it any his buisness anyway? Why did he care so much about her mother to begin with?
“You said you came up to me because I was beautiful.” Sonya said, hoping to change the subject.
“Yes, miss, that is true.”
“What’s so beautiful about me?”
“You haves such beautiful skin.” He said. Sonya again scowled at him. What kind of thing was that to say? Though, all things considered, she should perhaps be pleased he didn’t say something rude about the size of her chest. Then again, would he say anything rude at all?
“Beautiful skin?” She asked.
“Yes, very healthy and glowing.” He said, then stopped walking. He leaned in close, ran a finger down her jawline. She didn’t close her eyes or sigh. He’d must’ve downed a bottle of mouth wash before coming out tonight, but still there was a hint of something……fetid on his breath.
“And your cheeks my dear.” The boy continued, now smiling. “They are so chubby and ruddy with color.”
Sonya backed away from his touch. His smile, she saw now, was full of a predator’s hunger. And where there fine tipped fangs there as well. She looked around her; they were in the park, a good half mile from her house, in the middle of the night, no one was around.
She turned to run, not knowing what else to do. Yet she was in such a state now that her limbs betrayed her and she fell in an ungaily heap on the paved trailway. The boy placed his hands upon her arms and easily picked her up. She looked into his ice blue eyes, and knew not what she was seeing.
“Now my dear, be still, and soon I will let you go.”
 Sonya awoke in her own bed, under the covers, nice and warm. She heard her mother snoring in the next room; she had not been awakened. Yet something itched in the back of Sonya’s brain, something that would not let her think it was all a dream. She felt her neck; their were two bumbs their, almost like mosquito bites. And she felt somthing hot stirring beneath them.
She curled into a ball beneath her comforter, watched into the darkness of her room, which was lit only by the tint of the moon. What would happen now?

Artemis

The waves crash, crystal blue and Coke bottle green.

The salty air stings her bare skin, whips her blonde hair.

In her swimsuit, her body a Greek sculpture, softly pink

and perfect, as strong as the sun that warms the air.

I follow her to the grotto, Artemis unblemished.

Our little world in the warm, clear waters away

from all that would sully us, destroy us, drown us.

Under the waves Sirens call us down into the deep.

We hold close in the water, rolling with the waves.

The magic is fading with our age, and can’t protect us.

Her body is warm and strong and I don’t trust these feelings.

She pulls me tight and I bury my face in that golden hair.

Walk hand in hand back to our subdivision above the ocean’s edge.

Holdings hands means more than it did as children, but does it mean romance?

We are silent, only our harsh, ragged breath making a sound above the surf.

Her hand is calloused and rough, and it’s the touch of Artemis, still free to run.

Mermaid From The China Sea

Mermaid From The China Sea

I sat in a crouch for a moment after having dropped from my window, listening for sounds from the house that my parents heard me, and we’re coming to bring me back inside. All I heard was the wail of insects in the darkness.

I stayed low as I made my way in front of the windows, again making sure not to be seen or heard; it was well after ten o’clock at night and the last thing I wanted was to get grounded for taking a nocturnal adventure. Once I was clear of the house though, I began to relax and loosen up. I let the sounds of the night fill me, the calls and cries of animals and the thrum of distant traffic on the highway.

I made my way by the bone white shine of the moon, through familiar streets made strange by shadows, and houses haunted by their darkness. Everything strange, as if my hometown were merely a stage and at night the whole production was packed up and the town was left empty like a theatre after a show.

All this strangeness was why I risked getting grounded and a lecture from my mother, the feeling that I had my own secret world that no one else knew and where no one could follow.

I finally came to the old public pool house on the edge of the river. It had been abandoned before I was born, and was now a covered in a mass of kudzu tendrils. The roof was well on it’s way to caving in. The mosiac tiles that covered the facade were missing in chunks, and exposed weathered and graffittied concrete blocks.

I felt a stirring in my heart as I stood before it, something I couldn’t explain but that felt like being wrapped in an angel’s wings. Somehow I knew this is were I was meant to be tonight, that something, some piece of destiny waited for me inside this old broken down shell. I drew in a deep breath, then looked for a way inside.

Finally, after fighting the mass of vegation that tangled the building, and drawing scratches from various thorns, and basically fumbling in the darkness, I found an old door, long ago knocked loose from it’s hinges and sitting in a small heap on the old lobby floor.

Though I should have been blind once I went from the outside, which at least had the light of the moon, to inside the pool house, which would have nothing at all, I was in no way unsure of where I was. I stood in the old lobby, feeling in now way unsure or afraid in the darkness. That stirring in my heart began to quicken and my heart beat raced with anticipation.

Then I saw a light in the pool chamber. At first, nothing more than pinpricks in the shadows, slight tendrils of luminescience. But it grew, and it seemed to know I was there, indeed, seemed to search me out, to call out to me. I followed.

The light was white, hot and bright, shone with even more intesity than the noon day sun in the depths of sweltering August. Yet it didn’t sting my eyes; it was soft as satin. I stepped over the threshold into the main pool chamber.

The walls were painted with murals of laughing and playing children that were know faded almost to outlines, like they were cave art from some ancient tribe. Deck tables and chairs were casted about helter skelter. Yet the water, which I would have expected to be dark and fetid, was crystal clear and clean. I wondered for a moment, before, finally, I saw here.

She sat in the shallow end of the pool, combing her long obsidian hair, not a care in the world. Those dark tresses flowed down over her shoulders, covering her breasts, and shading her eyes. She had big, almond eyes the color of tropical seas. She looked like Liyin, the Chinese girl whose family had come to our town last school year. That wasn’t the biggest surprise though.

Under the water, and below her waist, she had a beautiful fish tail whose scales glittered in the lights like precious jewels. She absentmindedly flipped it’s fin in and out of the water while she continued to comb her silken hair. I could only stand there, enraptured by here, by the very miracle of what she was. I knew it was her who had brought me here.

Finally, she stopped combing her hair, and lay down he brush on the poolside. Then she smoothed back her hair from her face, and she fixed me with those beautiful eyes, and smiled at me. I felt fire and love and lust pour from my heart and fill my senses. I felt as if the heart of the universe were within her, as if the mind of all things were looking right into me. I wanted to tear my eyes away from her gaze, but I couldn’t bear to look away.

“Please, come to me.” She said.

I began to walk around the edge of the pool to her, my legs unsteady and shaking, my heart sore with emotion. She never looked away from me as I made my way to her. Her smile made me giddy, like a little boy around his first crush, whom he would always worship above all others that came after.

I dropped into the water, which was warm and soothing, not caring that I was getting my clothes wet and that sneaking back in I’d to explain how they’d gotten wet when they were found in the morning. Right then I didn’t give a damn about what would come after tonight, I cared only that I was here, now, with this amazing creature.

I sat down across from her, still mesmirized and awe struck. Under the water she took my hand in hers.

“Are you Liyin?” I asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

“You called me here?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you love me.”

It was true, I did love her. My heart ached just to look at her, whether stealing a glance at her during class, or watching her walk down the halls, or sitting by herself at lunch, as I tried to get my nerve up to go sit beside her.

I saw everyday her sweetness and kindness, the ways she would go out of her way to help someone or to say something to someone who was obviously struggling through something. I saw how she radiated love like a star radiated light, and how it reached all whom it shone upon.

And I knew as I sat before her that she knew all I was thinking, all that I felt, all that was in me. I felt as if I were naked before god.

“I love you.” I said.

She squeezed my hand tight in hers.

“That’s what I need. I need love to survive. I’m far from the home I was

driven from in the depths of the China Sea. I’m far now from any sea at all. I can

still be immortal if you freely give your heart to me.”

She moved in close to me. We closed our eyes. She kissed me softly, and I freely gave myself to her, gave her everything she could ever require of me. She embraced me tightly, and pulled me beneath the water.

I saw kingdoms on the bottom of the ocean, were no sunlight ever came. Kingdoms of tall crystaline spires that shone with that satin light. I saw the dreams of the depths and all that lived in the sea. I saw Liyin, a queen of her people, and I saw it all go wrong.

I felt all the nameless history of her immortal race flow through me and I saw every star named in the sky and I heard the secret of the moon. I felt Liyin’s arms around me carrying me through eternity.

And as she carried me back to the surface of the water I knew the price I

would pay would be that this night would become, in memory, a splinter in my heart, a perfect moment never found again. I would love other women, and I’d live others lives, but I would always belong to Liyin and eternity.

She gave me one last kiss, and then there was darkness.

I awoke in my bedroom, dry, my head spinning with visions already fading from my mind. I still felt the wild and giddy warmth in my chest. I still felt the love she had given me, and all that she had taken.

I stared into the darkness, knowing I would not sleep.