He offered me a glass of red wine that smelled of stale berries. I turned my head to refuse his offer but he grabbed my chin in a steel grip to keep me still. My eyes welled with tears as he pried my mouth open and poured the wine down my throat. It was thick as syrup and tasted like metal. Something was off. I panicked and began coughing up the substance. He laughed then smiled darkly, as he swiped the juice from my chin and sucked it off his fingers.
“Something wrong?” He asked.
“Is that….blood?” I asked, feeling my stomach roll.
“Of course, dear. What else would it be?”
Take off the mask
Let the blood drip and spill
to reveal the diamonds inside
and show a reflection of the internal beauty
read your stars to me
then scream out loud
Let go. Fall.
“Are you psychic?”
“No, just highly intuitive. My dreams tell me things, I think. It’s hard to explain.”
“Try. Tell me about your most recent dream.”
“Well, it was gray outside and the sky had an odd blue tint to it. I was standing outside on some random street with my friends standing nearby. It started to rain heavily. When I looked behind me I saw a massive 100 ft wave, towering over all of us. Scared to death, I ran into the nearest house and shut the door. When I opened the door back up a moment later, the water was up to the top of the house and my friends were stuck in the water, frightened and in a state of shock. It was disturbing to say the least. The next day, I saw the news about the hurricane coming.”
“What does that mean?”
“That we angered her, mother nature. And this is when she gets revenge. I think she was warning me.”
I’m envious of your view
How high can you fly without breathing?
Or does your inhalation lift you higher?
I wish I had wings
I’d soar higher than the clouds
and wave to the airplanes.
I’d fly right above the water and let the mist spray my energy
Do you ever sleep?
Or do you burst through the rose colored clouds at sunset
and let the energetic current flow within you?
I’d like to switch places.
You can stay anchored to the Earth
and I will glide through the sky.
I believe we’ll all have wings someday and
fly into freedom.
I wonder what that feels like,
I hope you’ll tell me your secrets one day,
I had the dream again.
This time I was in my bathroom and it was huge, about twice its normal size. And I was dancing with a bunch of strangers. We were having a legit party in the bathroom and it grew larger as people kept running in. It felt liberating and real but also bizarre. There was something clearly off about the whole thing. And then I saw him.
My great-grandpa. He appeared, saying something that I could not quite make out. His lips moved but no sound came from him. It was strange, seeing how he died 4 years ago in his sleep. I wasn’t able to see him before it happened but we were very close. So I wasn’t afraid when I saw his spirit but I was alarmed and curious. What was he doing there?
I thought maybe my mind conjured him up from a memory. It’s hard to explain but I believe that when I dream my mind travels from the earthly plane to a different realm created by my subconscious. The realm is like an alternate universe with different memories from my past meshed together. So each night, my subconscious literally astral projects into its own created dream world. And last night, my grandpa came to visit me there.
It’s strange, yes, but I love the mystery of it all.
“Tell me about the time before, during the midst of your relationship.”
“He used to get drunk off of me. And high. My scent would actually intoxicate him. It didn’t bother me though. The more he inhaled my womanhood, the more my body responded.
I absorbed the brashness of life with him until it consumed me. Sometimes it was fun and other times it was…frightening. His presence was alluring, but he was troubled, really, very troubled.”
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“Promise me,” she quivered.