Monday, May 6, 2013

The Birth of Venus

My white walls of imprisonment slowly opened to the noisy world of anticipated hope. As I rose powerfully from their dreams, they yearningly looked to me, drinking me in like a rich velvety wine of the gods, with the bitter-sweetness of salvation. I heard their eyes cry out to me for help, and I smiled cruelly. The dark skies, unnoticed by the unsuspecting fools, resonated the sound of my vile thoughts. I longed for the smoke off their burning souls when they would taste the wrath of my vengeance. For love, they would find out soon, is the wreath of poison ivy that I would adorn on their vulnerable hearts, one from which they would never truly wake.

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