TO DIE ALONE

To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.

“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.

I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.

The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.

I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.

Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.

He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.

Not me.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.

He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.

No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.

Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.

 

THE DEAD GAME

WHAT’S REAL?

plizm:</p> <p>untitled by Lostmuzak on Flickr.</p> <p>Is reality on the inside or the outside?<br /> Are we in a drab room,<br /> looking out at the sunset?<br /> Or we standing outside by the water<br /> with a fake room around us?<br /> If we try to leave the room,<br /> will a door shut us in or will<br /> we be able to walk outside?<br /> Where do we want to be?<br /> The room offers shelter and comfort,<br /> while the outside offers adventure and freedom.<br /> Once we know the answer to this question, then<br /> we will know if the walls will lift away for us.</p> <p>

plizm:

untitled by Lostmuzak on Flickr.

Is reality on the inside or the outside?

Are we in a drab room,

looking out at the sunset?

Or we standing outside by the water

with a fake room around us?

If we try to leave the room,

will a door shut us in or will

we be able to walk outside?

Where do we want to be?

The room offers shelter and comfort,

while the outside offers adventure and freedom.

Once we know the answer to this question, then

we will know if the walls will lift away for us.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 85

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   “I’ve never sleepwalked before;  Someone had hypnotized me!”  Shana was relieved that it had been Sam who found her, since she would’ve been mortified if a total stranger had come to her rescue. She felt safe and warm in his arms. And he smelled so nice, like cologne or aftershave.  She could fall asleep in his arms and dream….

     “What do you think was the hypnotic suggestion that was given to you?” Sam asked.  He woke her from her brief reverie.

     “I think I was supposed to feel unimportant and insignificant in the scheme of things…making me want to kill myself by jumping off the tower.” Shana got the chills when she thought about what had almost happened to her.

     “Don’t worry, you’re safe now. I’m bringing you to my office; no one will be there. You can rest and put on some warm clothes. When you’re ready, I’ll take you back home.”

     “Please don’t tell anyone—not even Linda. I have to figure this out myself.”   

     Sam entered his private office and laid her down on the couch. “You’re not alone in this; all your friends are here for you. I’m here for you. You can tell Todd anything. I’ve been through so much with him that you can trust him with your life.”

     “You can tell Todd, but my friends don’t need to know yet. It wouldn’t serve any purpose except to frighten them further.”

     “Okay, I’ll do whatever you ask. When you’re ready, you can tell them yourself.”

      After she changed into Sam’s extra clothing and rested a bit, he drove her home. She felt embarrassed about what had just happened; she couldn’t understand what could have made her climb up a tower in the middle of the night and then consider jumping off.

      Huddled against the car’s door, she took a quick peek at Sam’s face. He was staring ahead at the road, deep in thought. Then he turned his face toward her and gave her a warm smile. She realized for the first time that even with his tough exterior, he was soft and gentle inside. She sank back into her seat and closed her weary eyes.

 

     Shana opened her eyes and was startled: she didn’t know where she was. She peered into the darkness. She was lying on her bed in her room—but she had just been in the car with Sam. She glanced over at the chair beside her bed and found Sam sound asleep. He must have carried her to bed and then had conked out on the chair. He did look tired: events must be getting to him. He carried so much responsibility on his shoulders. She’d just have to be nicer to him in the future. With that thought in mind, she fell asleep. She slept through the night, knowing that she had Sam beside her to protect her.