i was barefoot
walking through a garden of carnivorous plants
their pollen was intoxicating and i barely felt the stinging bites as they slowly consumed me
piles of sun bleached bones
barely a tendon withered and dried remained
on i traverse
inexorably drawn deeper in until the sun is blocked by the canopy of leaves
were the colors really so vivid
or was this an after effect of the mist that hung so heavily
the cloying perfume of death and overly sweet promises of sleep
i could lay down and pass out
happily unaware of the tendrils slowly entering the thousands of cuts that covered my legs and feet
there was no pain
just salvation
there was no fear
just relief
i saw you there
smiling and beckoning me to follow the path
ignore the remnants littered about
those were lesser men you whispered
no words softly whispered
just a pheromone trail
a hovering spore that pulled me like a cartoon dog through the air
we both know how this ill advised galavant ends
you feasting on my steaming blood
and me begging for more until the final breath leaves my body
but for now i will enjoy the pretty flowers
and move steadily on
only a fool goes to an uncertain death with certainty
i am a fool in a jungle of hunger
an unarmed hunter on the trail of game
a masochist in search of pain
the eternal romantic
hopeless in spite of himself
in need of a strong drink to counter act the venom coursing through my veins
a swift kick to strike sense into my vacant head
and one last kiss before it all fades away
the barefoot knight in need of one last dragon to slay
to save the princess
rescue the fair maiden
vanquish the evil sorcerer and bring peace to the land
more likely to drown in a foot of water
weighed down by the hubris tied around my neck like a mighty boulder
the chains of duty hang heavier than the wings of freedom
and i am so very tired
so weary from the lashing leaves and flashing fangs hidden in the blossoms of age
so very weary indeed
maybe i will just stop for a moment
rest my sore head
let the vines wrap themselves around me and pull the flesh from my leaden limbs
breathe deeply the poisonous stench
with my final breath blow a kiss into the wind
hope it reaches
home
you
synonymous in my tired mind
I love that. “Home…. You…. synonymous” And once again, you create this bubble of time, dark and oozing and somehow lovely and sticky. This is so good.
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thanks Ms. Caribou. Again. Keeps me going when the dark screams stop
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I hope so
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