beautiful cattail
() sorceress heart ()
UNTIL.
thirsty
like dawn, like the sun
but keeping the shine inward
gathering
transparent skin
deep red flame
and release, a scream, a torture to the self to be
received
!
you feel it, piercing the skin
and it hurts
it hurts like the great eye staring through the lens of
hell
it hurts
i cast my spell
.
pleasure of knowing the power
inhaling
exhaling
deeply, eyes staring
blinking
at you, fallen
crumpled
gasping
my pure breath insults your suffering
and that is all
.
“You can find out your score tomorrow to see if you passed
or not.” ß said to me.
not said to me à “Okay, next examinee, please come forward and tell
me your name.”
sailing over green, aromatic grass
cape brushing the ground
“How did you think you did?” ß eager
& giggling “Well, that monster certainly stood no
chance.”
“Wow, you’re really good, then. I was only taking the Second Year entrance exam and they said a
lot of the examinees fainted flat out because the fights were so grueling.”
“The only way to beat a beast from hell is to turn his
fire against him.”
tainted blade
no such thing as a clean one
attached to a hand
and noble too
“Do you love it?”
vague
“Love what?”
“Being a sorceress.”
“It is a drug, an addiction. No one loves being a sorceress who has touched the magic.”
not when i saw it
i saw it a year ago
faintly
faintly
cattails swaying in the wind
the pond
Earthly
like my flesh
and yet
i feel it
the falling
there it is
no eyes
no ears
no hands
no feet
no heart
but it is alive
powerful
[ ]
-
magic
-
magic of the transcendental
prying me open
i touched it, felt its cool scales
and then its trunk against my naked body
the blistering heat entering
causing me to collapse
eat the grass around
until
KILL.
the land is bare like my body
only one lone cattail
the magic
and I
.
i snatch it up into my arms
bite it savagely
it is angry
i feel it clawing me without nails
my blood flowing along the ground
drifting
into the pond
.
i desire it so greatly
i squeeze it with my fingers
its dull gray constituents now oozing
covering my arms and then my breasts and my face and my
legs and my toes
taste it
.
i am
.
the fury of the wind of moving
of
;
“The magic is cold.”
She is frightened à “What of
the beauty of the supernatural?”
touch my skin to hers
“It’s so gray and sedated. But your silky, wavy golden hair is not like your fingers. They burn with passion.”
my hair, golden
&cry not “
you think it is passion?
passion is human
the organic vitality of the gentle undulating
cells with bright or mellow shades
or pulsating, blistering liquids.
my hair is not passion.”
Her à “Then
it is death. Your hair is death.”
but questioning, as in
“Death like
peace, or death like kill?”
“Death like kill, sweet sorceress, death like kill.”
MIRAGE.
and but to the great halls
of mothers and fathers past
in the glory of the kingdom
the art of tower’s ombre
!
but and if i wish to be
but wish to be without
and if he demand i do
and yet i’d do without
would it be or ought it not
that i come and wed i be
when life he ask it need
but lost or cruel in knot
?
“Please marry him, you must, you must
His rank your power combined it would be
The”
“Shut up.” ß under
stated
like the gleam of my eyes