Tuesday 8 May 2012

THE TROUBLE WITH MAGICK...

...is knowing which side you're on.

One of my demonlings had her say last night with this teeny tiny flash:

SCRY BABY

He has no eyes, the man staring down at me from the red, red walls. Yet his empty gaze burns my flesh. I pluck a petal from my skins – a gift. It drips with a watery honey, sweet and floral.

“Offer yourself to me.”

His is a voice from beyond. Its owner believes in magick, and it’s true he is adept at reaching our realms. I let him flounder; his words of power gain strength, drawing me towards his throbbing throat.

Quickly, I slip my nectar into his mouth. Magician or not, he will forever speak in tongues. 

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for the new word, less so for the haunting imagery which is too disturbing to want to have in my head. :-)

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  2. You're welcome to the word Sandra - try it sometime. A bowl of water, darkened by ink - held still. Stare and stare until the pain in your eyes is forgotten and the water offers up its own images. Personally, I do it with mirrors - like our eyeless magician above - rather scary but very powerful.

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