The Wood – The begining

She had a body as a fairy  and lived  there for all her life….

Surround by trees…. Trees so so dark and tal that she almost could see the sun… So… She is habituated with shadows that compose all her world… And shadows, we know, they are not so simple…  they are the pure darkest…. With silent moves, whispers , deep lake … the mist… That terrified her  but not anymore….

She deal very good with this sensations and more  growing in her chest… Corrupted still… mind and soul…Mujer gótica en el bosque

You only could crave something if you know or if you see… A person…  a thing…. And she never desired anything because the wood  were inside her … And the wood gave to her all that she needs… since now…

A  dangerous eagerness to talk, to touch and be touched intensify inside her…. A fever… A thirst  … appeased by her hands… Sometimes hurting herself but satiated ….. She don’t know what  bruises is … even  why her discolored skin…  but only the end of the desire… complete, total….

She starts to create something or someone as a company

…  she saw  herself in mirrored puddles…

First the feet ~needing  to see  more~

As she  crawl and bend over

Creeping and begin

In my middle please in my middle …

They find her … and gave to her a dress

the first view, the first sight of herself

in a mirror…..

The light, the sun

burning her eyes and niveous skin

nails

drawing a path in a man’s body

taken to the woods

Now… She talks

~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought…one more effort….

along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?

in silent walking… the rustle of my petticoats announcing

yes….innocents….

still…leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs

along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?

in silent i was

yes…hidden desires…

but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly….

catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears

bringing light to his blurry eyes….

astonishment and fright

in both hearts….

touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight  ~finishing my pain~

drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still

my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~

…Oh!

let me finish with you quickly
thou need that and i too

~he took me to wander into dark night~

Celebration & Distraction of Love – Day 24

Something is burning

and i look cautiously

and If is on me?

so distracted!

my box of match intact

subtle, under my skin

Burning, see!  Burning!

Oh!

Something was cut

and blood flows
by the act of the knife sharpened
for my lack of attention

not in the same place

where my thoughts are
never the ideal stage to act
always destined for a ghost absence

You & So

I Decided Celebrate!

and drink all sensations  at once
the cut, the blood , the burn

and unwillingly accepting myself

a love so long felt, wanted

one relief for my distraction
the poet is gone

Dance With Me! day 7 naprowrimo

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I cut my foot! 

i cut only in a delirious dance
and, then, opened a vein
my vessel of blood was contained
by an white unknown man

I was rewarded! 
with 2 points for remember
And 1 point in my soul
by the stranger
who stanched my blood
hold me and told me
you will never be real
in this lonely dance
dance with me!

I am to cold for that!

death

i think was in a altar
that you eat my flesh
drink my blood too
like in a ritual

I am here
for you devastating my all
I am surrendering myself
to your words

be easily to me
Could you
Please?
dont make me Uh!
or begin for your AH!
Just pass over me
and all is ok

Do what you do of the best

eat me so gentle
love me so empty
that i could be your winter
the best i could feel

So, be cold with me
be no one with me
but be someone
You was  my love

be coldness
distant
love that
i am too

i can come with that
but i am too cold for