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A Life for Death

I tried my hardest to be subtle--I'd ditched the black cloak and scythe long ago--but it never mattered. Wherever I went, a horde of carrion eaters followed. Rats skittered about my feet while a kettle of vultures kept up a constant circle above me. Crows flew ahead, scouting out the land. The larger scavengers (coyotes, hyenas, etc.) kept at a safe distance behind me, either out of respect or fear, I'm not sure. I think the vultures were what gave me away first. In flat landscapes on clear, sunny mornings, that roiling mass of feathers could be seen for miles around. I guess that's how the residents of Doon, Iowa, knew I was coming long b

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A Life for Death by Darkside009, literature

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A Life for Death

Sacral by Darkside009, literature

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Sacral

I don't exist in darkness. Only where I feel your fingertips against my skin-- there is my being. Would you find it? Dare traverse my body--expand my soul. A sin for love is still a sin, but matters more. That twisted grin of yours--those lips I'd kiss-- and thats enough for me. Now go before we go too far. You're more than lips, than this. But greed corrupts the pure. It seems I'm not enough for you. Don't pull away--I'll fade. Without your touch my body, empty, will rot. Our union ended, my soul collapsed--unmade. In darkness, I don't exist. Remember me. Perhaps I'll rise again--a Phoenix--free.

Tasseomancy by Darkside009, literature

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Tasseomancy

I think the world was perfect, once. I've seen it in dregs and dreams; the rivers blue and forests bloom. Earth and sea, endlessly entwined. Growth ran rampant, restless and wild. There must have been a primal magic, thick and tangible, tightly woven through soil and air alike. The land was King, and kingdom too, and Gaia was Mother and Queen. Once seen, never the same. Man's eye saw, and coveted. Who could blame him for tears shed at the sight of trees? But man is rarely rational, and Beauty brings out the Beast. He loved, jealously, and wished to hold--to have--the world, his own. And so, the land was dethroned and Mother

Anhinga by Darkside009, literature

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Anhinga

I think your mouth must be a nest, my dear. So here I'll wait, to see the doves take wing. Anticipation--wait! I think I hear a click--perhaps a crack? Are you their King? How long until your subjects hatch? Your teeth are eggs--for white is white and leads to life. A tapping begs release, and from beneath will rise. I'd thought to make the king a wife-- foolish. And now your subjects come at beck. No noble plumage anywhere, just scales and writhing bodies. Their teeth do more than peck. An adder's nest, mistook for birds. No nails to hold me up. I neither scream nor fight as now, it comes. I feel the serpent's bite.

Fugue by Darkside009, literature

Frankly, My Dear by Darkside009, literature

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Frankly, My Dear

At first glance, elegant and aloof. But for your gaze, I wouldn't have guessed that the red of your hair reflects the flame in your soul. My dear, I think your eyes have fangs. Why does the Beast always hide beneath Beauty's skin? With a face as gentle and fair as fallen snow, who would believe the devil lurks below? You're the perfect predator, and I, your prey. My heart beats, as a drum, when you draw near. Harsh and sweet, shrill and sharp--I wish you could hear the music you make, with me as your machine. Your reckless pace reels me in. In madness, we meet. I thought myself untouchable, but you, with only a look, shook me loo

Titanomachy by Darkside009, literature

Patchwork by Darkside009, literature

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Patchwork

We breathe. We move. It seems so simple, but what's simple is never easy. Every cut, I've earned, and every bruise, a story pressed deeply into my skin--preserved there, lest I forget. I must become a book, well read and learned from these mistakes I've made and bled. If asked, we're dancers. See how we flow from form to form? This dance is balance. Feel it warm the soul as it slowly kills the body. Might we dance together? Feel the beat; be light. We serve; like puppets, pulled by strings unseen. And yet, we wonder what this all could mean. We stand, all still and straight. All alike, alone. But more together than we've ever kno

Mister and Sir 1: Productive by Darkside009, literature

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Mister and Sir 1: Productive

Two men emerged from opposite ends of a dark alley. Their movements were slow, relaxed, as if they had no where to be, nothing to hurry them. They walked forward in a leisurely manner until they were an arm’s length apart. One man, who wore a tuxedo and a top hat, smiled and said, “Good night.” This man oozed malice from his every orifice. He was very tall, and his height added to his sinister appearance. The other man, who was rather plump, bald, and casual in dress, smiled as well and returned the greeting, “Indeed.” This man was as benevolent as the other was malevolent. He was rather short, but his

Unexpected by Darkside009, literature

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Unexpected

Tristan checked the full-length mirror in his parents bedroom one last time. Maybe it was just his nerves, but he seemed to look more and more scruffy every time he checked. His face was pale, his eyes had huge bags under them, and his hair... Tristan tried to fix it by running his fingers through it for the twentieth time that morning, but he only succeeded in messing it up further. Messy hair wouldn't look so bad on him normally, but his parents had insisted that he dress up for this occasion. Before today, Tristan had no idea that they even made suits in children's sizes. He'd outgrow in a month, so what was the point? It was a pure black

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