REALMS OF REASON, INSANITY, MAGIC & MACABRE

Don't Look Back

Inspired write from another syneasthete - February is Syneasthesia Month (for my birthday) I will be interviewed and sharing the spotlight with Joseph Zeppardo and Shannon Lyons (if all goes well) - I'll announce it here. Sitting here listening to a cacophony of melodies telling me what my story is. ALONE, the color one sees when they close their eyes with a faint fever developing beneath long feathery lashes - Lips a shade of coral blush that tastes like sweet honey fresh from the hive. OMG yes, I'm a words person - Certain words especially have such a luxurious and beautiful velvet color - Metaphor is a midnight blue and I want to reach out and touch it. Lucidity is a word that changes color as you move it with the light. When someone calls me "Your Grace" I feel it in my bones and it feels soft, like kiss - just close enough that I can feel his breath against my cheek as he withdraws and offers his hand to cup my face, I become weak and ...

BLOODLETTING RITE Would you like to listen along with the author's recitation? https://soundcloud.com/user-381627803/the-blood-letting-rite-adult He knelt over me and kissed my lips before filling my mouth with the blood from his bite. I smiled with the stain of crimson red covering blush pink skin and teeth once shown pearly white. The bleeding had begun and I knew all the rules, nothing I did not know about this rite. He pulled my blouse apart, ripped it off with both hands, I knew this would be a blood-letting night. I made a quick puncture with my fingernails, then I sucked his neck ‘til I tasted the flow, A mark such as this would surely give us away and tell the tale we did not want them to know. He then took the fork, each tine sharp enough to pierce the skin leaving scratches upon my breast. I scratched deep near his heart, enough to draw blood, and I licked up the bleed that covered his chest. Slowly, he und...