A deep warmth spreads throughout her chest. “Oh, but this hurts too much. It’s too raw.” “Like the newly hatched butterfly. But it will get better. The pain is deep, but the ecstasy…oh, yes…” She-cat bends and gathers the salt from the woman’s tears off the ground and holds the tiny crystals between her palms.
She wakes to bird songs and the warmth of Helios against her skin. She flutters tired eyes open and watches as the demon melts with the morning mist. She imagines a plaintive hhiiisssss… as its body turns to smoke. A mountain lion walks slowly through the mist toward her. Golden sunlight sparkles off its green
She rolled off it and lay back on the ground, panting and shaking. She was alive. And she began to laugh—a creaky, croaky sound at first, then loud, joyous, raucous. She stood, leapt around the dead demon and pranced through the grove—a dance with herself and Luna and the twinkling stars above. She danced and
The fire died and the grove was swallowed in velvety darkness as Luna slipped behind clouds. She didn’t know how long they danced, time didn’t exist in his arms, so she wasn’t aware when her strength first began to wane. Maybe when he called her beautiful and said he couldn’t live without her. Maybe when
“Dearest one, come back.” A gentle touch on her cheek, a warm fingertip gliding down her neck and arm, a hand closing around hers. Warmth, luscious warmth. “Please,” the voice—soft, coaxing. Lips brushing her cheek, hair, forehead. “Don’t leave me.” She opened her eyes. Kneeling before her in the gathering twilight was a man, dark
She was remembering the coldness that veiled his eyes when the demons came. As shadows they sprang from the trees and shrubs, from the leaves and from the earth. She was surrounded. They beat the air with leathery wings, brushing against her skin, whispering, “Poor, strange little quiet one, you’ll never learn how to love.
Her question was, “Why does love hurt so much?” to which the crone replied, “Go into the woods, daughter, go deep, deep into the woods. There you will find answers. There you will find healing.” So she did as the old woman bade her, making her way through that virgin territory. Thick and wild it
“Isabelle,” I squirmed in my seat, trying not to touch her knees, “my intention for being here is… to learn how to take charge of my life, number one, and… to be open minded to all life has to offer.” My randomly-selected partner for this exercise glared. “And you’re supposed to answer back,” I reminded
I find myself standing in the middle of a square, holding a black orchid. I am reminded of a place I have visited in my dreams. Crumbling stone walls form a circle around me and two huge lion statues, cast from shiny black metal, stand guard beside the entrance. Colorful pennants hang regularly in stark
I stand here, broken glass crunching under my shoes, holding this t.v. A Sony. Good deal. It’s free. Everything’s free tonight. People are everywhere. Bumping me in their rush to move on to the next place. The streets are alive like I’ve never seen. A group of guys high five each other in front of