One of my demonlings had her say last night with this teeny tiny flash:
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.
Thank you for the new word, less so for the haunting imagery which is too disturbing to want to have in my head. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou'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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