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Renee

Death Deals

Teetering on heels, tight rope walking the sky-rise ledge
I contemplate the infinite shattered glass
Screams of horrors from spectral onlookers
Oh yes, I’ll touch their lives,
For once I’ll touch their lives

Wind cries in my ears, begging, pleading reconsideration
A pigeon glares with suspicious eyes
He doesn’t think I’ll do it,
The gray of his feathers doubts my commitment
I belly laugh at my insanity, who the hell cares about the color of his doubt

“You’re making this easy on me”
A murky voice slithered across my skin
Chills pierced my body
I didn’t have to turn to see… I knew who it was.

Sonoran Moon

     In my burrow, deep underground, I hear her siren song. She whispers my name until my bones ache, waking me from my diurnal slumber. I stir and try to drift back off, but fail. Oh, how sweet she sounds at this hour? Why can’t she just leave me alone for a few more minutes? Why does she conspire with my stomach to rouse me from this pleasant dream?

     Yes, I’m a bit of a grouch once woken…but it doesn’t deter her. No, nothing I do matters to her. All she cares about is the journey to her lofty perch upon her celestial throne.

     I stretch and my long furry limbs creak and moan in protest. I suppose they were enjoying the cozy slumber as well. A quick shake to fluff up my short hairs and I’m up for the day, oops, I mean night. Trotting up the tunnel a world of fresh scents hits me.

     I take a moment to sniff… hmm…Bob’s been by today.

Click

     He laid in bed for hours searching his ceiling for its cloak and dagger encryption. Her shy smile played in endless loops in the back room picture show of his mind. Her fingers coyly tracing the edges of her wine glass was the image that was beyond etched into his memory. Oh how this night made him burn. Years of friendship worked a long slow spark into an inferno between them…but was it right? Gods, he didn’t want to mess up what they had but…his body, his soul, his essence and very being, everything he was screamed at voice shattering levels.

     She stood before his door. Hand hovering like an unsure humming bird, ready to strike, to knock…but frozen. Wild and unfamiliar thoughts snaked through her mind as if electric eels decided to delight in a cocaine party. Nonsense, all of it. She knew that…but what moved her to her current position was beyond her. Her feet, her body conspired and plotted mutiny, drawing her in for her destruction. She’ll have to remember to get them back if she somehow survived their uprising.