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A Black Cat Moment

I’m a woman with the head of Adam. You are a man with the body of Eve. Conjoined and bound, like two air-tied towers, we sting each other during the dark hours. Our prophecy burns as one with the flame. Equally shifting, our hearts are the blame. Eternally falling, disgraced dirt-mesh, systemed twins–I with breathContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Warlock, I know of your errand. You know, the one you took when you hoofed your way into the woods with my soulmate’s karmic lover. Remember? Your magical vows you scattered to the winds across the trees, the ones Feathers heard you chant and repeat. You and his karmic lover, both envious of hisContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Karmic Lover, No. You can’t use mirror magic to dispel, break and invalidate a soul contract. Just because you can see him and me through your black glass doesn’t make our soul contract bendable. You fail to accept the control a God-bond authorizes.

A Black Cat Moment

I see. So, now you’re back to toying with alchemy? Because you don’t want to commit to your true feelings you hold for Feathers, you’re storing them at the armory? Is that the new management place where you remanufacture your heart? Is that why you’ve gone missing, running away again? Are your feelings undergoing repair?Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

You bury your anger in words, like open coffins unready for entombment. You haven’t yet healed from your mother’s hurting. You numb your pain in firewater and feel like a patient after having undergone open heart surgery. You haven’t yet healed from your ex-wife’s hurting. I can hear your Pride belt out: “I am the,Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Do you really think all of your hard-earned blood contracts can overrule one soul contract? Black-hooded robes fall to nothingness. At Heaven’s altar, even Lucifer pays his obeisance. You are too much into your flesh and can’t accept you can’t ice us out from our one soul. Nostalgia. You’re recalling those days you shot, snipedContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Spying Soulmate, You stuffed her, didn’t you? Sometime my night, your early morning hour; you did her, didn’t you? Then you finished yourself, stood up, and veered left away from her almost lifeless body. She lay there white-blanketed on your spotless hardwood floor, then turned her neck slowly to my right and gasped forContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”