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Chapter TwoChapter TwoMonster
What woke me up from a nice warm slumber was myself being shaken.
"Wake up!" A voice said, by the sound of it, she must have said it about a few times. I just cracked open an eye. She jumped away in surprise, it was Silays. The Shem called her the Dalish Gypsy, all she read was the fire. It was her sister; Neanta that had the power even though she was blind.
"Ashalle is worried sick about you, she's been rushing around looking everywhere for you!" She said.
She had the brightest green eyes and gold of hair, but it barely came to the middle of her neck. She had on a green, blue top that covered her blossom and came into a point of her belly button. Her blue, green skirt was hardly held on by her small hips. On her skirt was her mask, it was sea green with the ruins of Ghilan'nainthe mother of the halla. And her sea blue ribbon on her hips too.
"And our people say the King and his family are going to be here by midday!" She said with her hands on her hips,
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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