|BOOM! BANG! FIRE POWER!|
ThoughtboundWith purple-violet velvet eyes her skin was stroked as she danced with my shadow. Fire lit our silhouettes as our gentle slow dance flowed in and out of our forms. I who smelt of the storms and thunder I was born from, her who smelt like the smoky fires she camped by, their tendrils carving minute tattoos into her skin. Although the cacophony of humankind was all around us our dance was suspended above all, loose red lengths of hair tying her to me; a tornado and a volcano? There was no need for any undertone, simply bonded souls learning who worked how, taking it slow, laughing, sleeping, and reveling in the simple act of skin contact between forces of nature. Air and water, fire and earth, demons of the highest form, angels who worked at the sides of the gods. A strong black rope bound our left wrists together as we danced through our fire, the other wrist bound by thin white ribbon, intricate and dewy like morning spider webs. Two souls unbound.Thoughtbound by Katakikun
"I was born early one morning when the sky was red with my mother and the ground was white with bed sheets. Small newborn eyes looked into Death’s skull, shook him genially by the hands, but then, friendly as possible, hardened their glare and walked away from his. His eternal grin, I like to think, fell a little, and since that day we have been good company for each other. He knows he’ll have my soul one day, and I fancy I shall make my life as tantalising for him as possible.
I have been writing this to humanity’s stereotype of death.
Poor things awfully stigmatised.
She is, you know.
And now, I will smile and walk away, to leave you wondering who I am."