Mind Whisper

 

Deep in the woods where the water sheds the fairies play a circle around the mind, wild teeth some have and funny grins behind eyes that play with evil. Watch your step upon the mossed floor between roots of timbers so broad in width thy sight may not believe it. The air an earthy pine of old growth, the sound of the birds above. Keep to the left till you hear the ripple of a stream, crossing upon it ducking your head from the limbs reaching down guarding the way.

This place here where secrets were shared, over heard by many. 

They stand men and women alike, hooded eyes and dark red mouths fastened tight, the bonfire in front of them the only light. The smell of flesh and hair, young and old drafts upward to the heavens. The earths belly more than filled with the blood that bounds so many. 

Her black and white oxfords were tied tightly around her feet. Her skin fitted with sequins, the colour of an old mint plant grown wild in a forest. She walked through and around the blood bound people as they watched the others before them skin searing and dead eyed. They couldn't see her, but she knew one day one of them might shake awake for just a moment and catch a glimpse, so always, just in case she made sure she tried her best to fit in. 

As she meandered time standing still she felt nothing for those surrounding her. 

In to their minds she did whisper 

when you wake 

there you'll see

a frightful face in front of thee 

for all the blood of innocent spilled

for the love of self

in to eternity

around and around

a spiral down you go

where you stop

God knows

next up your turn

your turn to burn

When she was done putting the words into minds of the blood bound an ease to the right in to the smoke the daughter of death did walk. Her black and white oxfords were tied tightly around her feet. Her skin fitted with sequins, the colour of an old mint plant grown wild in a forest.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story