red.
dark, bleeding, red.
her face contorted in pain
and her voice husky from screaming.
she crawled forward, towards me,
and I whimpered.
I went to her
tried to patch up the wounds,
but she pushed me away.
And so we died together,
bleeding each other's wounds.
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.
Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.
Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
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