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I feel selfish.
Taking so much that you so willingly give.
Every man I loved before...
(or thought I loved...)
was drinking in the heady brew of an ideal
filtered through fragmented fallacies
that even i didnt fully understand.
Whispers of "i love you"
beating through drums
pounding in every vein,
When they should have heard
"I covet you. No. Not even you, your obsession with me."
Freezing their tears
Numbing every pain.

But this, this is new.

To him
I am Kali.
Beautiful and terrible to behold
knowing that at any second i could tear him limb from limb,
cell from cell,
heart from head
And asking only that I give the breifest warning.
A flash in the sky
signalling the swift approach
of brutal noise
searing ecstasy
and then aching silence.

Thunders rolling in.
(bidwewegishgok)

All this and more he fears
with each soft caress,
each gentle kiss,
each tentative step into my garden of eden.
The temptation of me.

And yet he keeps walking
foot past foot.
Expecting nothing from me
but anticipating a precipice over which he would hang,
life at my mercy,
to hear me say those words and mean it.

Even after he's realized that I would rather let him fall
then speak those lies again.

But,for a goddess,
to blaspheme her own name
and presume to know her own heart...
What mortal price would she pay
to know without a doubt
that no man could love her more than he?

And none but he would dare risk the sacrilage of her body,
her temple,
to truly touch her heart...
To be a god among men.

And would she lie to them as well,
her worshippers,
just so they don't stop believing in her.
For truly she loves them all
and with a heave of sigh,
a sigh of breath,
She'll blow them out like candles
leaving nothing but smoke,
the ghost of a burning flame.

Her duty.
Her burden.
Her destruction.

Hoping that someone,
anyone,
will be strong enough to make it through;
To fight this animal instinct of mine
to destroy anything before it gets too close,

To show a goddess that after the apocalypse,
there is still love,
and lies do not exist.



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On Wednesday April 12th, 2006, Shadow Rapture (225) writes:
Outstanding trip into the twilight apocalypse, the ending simply shattered me into small shards of useless glass-serrated skin. As cool as a snowman in shades!


On Tuesday April 11th, 2006, Collective Amnesia (248) writes:
very overwhelming, good job ~Tamara


On Tuesday April 11th, 2006, evolve (2228) writes:
..devastating. Your words have always been bruised skies and velvet flowers dipped in silver-lined and cracked mirrors.. this is electric. I've missed you, m'dear.



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