The Smell of Deepest AutumnThe Smell of Deepest AutumnThe crunch of leaves beneath my feet,Yellow-gold and thick-veined red dance towards the earth.Into the woods I venture, away from the song of Summer,Into the in-between world of AutumnWhere the heat of Summer still resonates, but is tempered by the chill of coming Winter.The deep, dark earth is the home of worms,Where white veins of fungus glimmerAnd eyeless things crawl and hunt similarly blind prey.Here and there, you can find their burrows,The doorway to the mushroom-lit underground.I walk between the Seasons, I traverse time,And as I leave behind Summer and cross through the Autumn HinterlandsTo the Winter Land of Death, I breathe in the Smell of Deepest Autumn.Bursts of red and orange, green fades to brown,And I taste the coldness of the Season on my tongue.Synaesthetic delight.By Vylot Hart 07/02/12
GoosefleshSimultaneously, cats STARE past my shoulder.
Because I Don't JustFab.ComI hadn't planned to kill her with my $1,000 leopard-and-gold-bangles shoe. I mean...I'd planned killing her. Hell, I had journals FULL of techniques. Improperly cooked blowfish delivered to her favorite table in her favorite restaurant was the one I'd been leaning toward. The problem was, Demii (emphasis on the double-i) was a snake in blonde ringlets and Louis Vuitton. A very gorgeous, very LOTIONED snake.Snakes have a bad habit of...slipping out of things, if you know what I mean, and Demii's engagement ring had a bad habit of falling off. Including, just before I shoved my stiletto through her right eye, my ex-boyfriend's crystal-lined fishbowl. The expensive four piece suit from Ann Taylor she HAD to have were bound to follow, and I could only imagine the reaction Facebook acquaintances would have to finding out my fiance had left me for someone else the night before our wedding. Again.
What Lies BehindWhat Lies BehindRalph Connors was a regular customer of his cafe for more than a year. One evening he saw a new customer, a young woman. He saw her in the far corner of his favorite cafe, sitting alone at a table and sipping a cup of Earl Gray tea. She stopped for a second, perchance feeling his gaze, and smiled a shy careful smile. He noticed but avoided responding. He felt something feline about her. He walked over to the news rack and selected a magazine. Then he returned to his table. A moment later, when he arrived, he found her seated there. She gazed at him with cool green eyes and asked"Were you looking at me a moment back?""Well, I tried not to. It's not really polite.""Oh, that's quite all right. But you must know about me. I'm attracted to men like you. I have a kind of hunger for men like you," she replied."Hunger?""Yes exactly."She suddenly pounced upon him like a starved jungle cat and gnawed at his shoulder. He screamed.
VindictiveDreaming vengeance, I wake tasting blood...
my cat is sadmy cat is sad.no one else in his family is a catwe are all human except for himhe is excluded from most thingsand no one tells him whyhe just wants to playand be lovedhe looks at us with wonderand disappointmenthe says hello i am a cat what is my existencewhat is that / why it and not me / please can you look at meand love me toocan i have some of your food please I'm sorry i don't like my food so muchdo you want to play with my toys? this one is my favouritedo you like meare we brotherswhy didnt i grow upwhy am i so smallcan you help me be happywhere are you going
A Gentle TouchThe fingers that crawled through my hair have gone still, curling inward like the legs of a dead spider.Your hands were always lovely, but I can hold them better now.
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