Monday, March 19, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/16/2012 Entry - Courting Death

Courting Death

Singing echoed through the darkened museum.  A scarlet trail; like breadcrumbs.

My heart is withered in my chest
My soul curdled sour
That’s the way I like it best
For my true love to devour.

Give me not a cherub fool
To whisper saccharine sweet
No, his face, a shadowed pool
Alabaster gaunt; I worship at his feet.

For none but him that never asks,
But with a scythe to rip
The love I willingly give.

Near the dying guard Mademoiselle Marhand sits blood-soaked hands and ancient eyed, waiting; cursed. Nevermore to touch her lover, sensing him near she weeps.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/09/2012 - Straight Talk

Straight Talk

“Who’s the boy, this joker?”

My father’s eyes bore into mine as he shoves the camera into my hand. I flip through the pictures relieved:  walking on the boardwalk, eating lunch, laughing. No! Holding hands and kissing in the shadows of a carousel.

My anger burns the fear away. “So your cop buddies spy for you now?”

He’s disgusted. “Think I want them seeing you like this –“

“I’m gay Dad it’s not the end of the world.”

Mouth hard; fists clenched. "Then I'll have to change your mind."

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/02/2012 - Disbursement of Sin

Disbursement of Sin

When the smell of lavender reached him, it turned the confessional into a cage.

“Father, will you cleanse my soul.”

Her voice was a purr, threatening delicious violence.

“I had fun at a party, there were such beautiful things that I had to keep them. Wanna see?”

“Mademoiselle Marchand, will you require payment again?” His voice trembled.

Her nails scratched at the grille and she gave a light laugh.

“Oh Father, you know there’s no negotiating.”

He paled; ashamed he covered his face with the eight fingers of his hands. Whispered yes.

"Excellent." Marie smiled. "See you tonight."

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 02/10/2012 - Behind These Closed Doors

Behind These Closed Doors

The March Hare came to visit today and when all my children wanted was Daddy; he was gone for hours.

Where is my medicine?

So innocent, but the noise they make is . . . too loud, too high, too much.

A rage I’ve always hidden burns in a secret corner of my brain, and right now I’m poison.

I need to conserve my words or I’ll end up crucifying them with my sharp tongue.

Slowly I shut down, with thoughts that are so loud.

I hope he’ll be home soon; I shouldn’t be alone with them.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 01/22/2012 Entry - The Secret Life of the TWILIGHT Obsessed

The Secret Life of the TWILIGHT Obsessed

“Naomi, what’s number twelve; largest human organ?”

I smiled suggestively and David laughed.

“Don’t think so, dirty mind.”

Studying was interrupted when my squealing sister burst in.

“Daddy confirmed the ballet studio! Should the party be B.Y.O.G?”

“What Sissy?” David looked so cute confused.

“My birthday party, and call me Bella.”

I rolled my eyes. “Bella’s hoping a glittery vampire will come. I’m not following the B.Y.O.G though.”

“Bring your own gasoline, duh.” She stuck out her tongue.

“You’re spoiled but Dad’s not going to allow arson.”

As Sissy flounced away David shuddered. "That Stephenie Meyer book rots brains."

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 01/13/2012 Entry - The Hoarder

Poor Lily isn't feeling well lately. I hope she recovers soon.

The Hoarder

I peel the gems and gobble the meat inside. Of my riches the jewels sustain me.  Except for the rubies, I stay away from them. So like human blood in appearance the fruit inside is bitter to my tongue.

My glorious wings hang limp from shattered shoulder blades, but my blood still yearns to fly to the wild song of the wind.

Eons I've been trapped here in my cavern, eating the treasure I stayed to guard rather than evacuate. Ages pass and the screams of my brethren strike at my heart. Until, finally I am the last dragon.