elevator eyes

she took his hand, and led him to an isloated spot in the field:
they collapsed together in a giggly and nervous manner as she laid on top of him.
inhaling delusions of warmth and passion through her intoxication.
his fingers, sent pleasurable bolts of electricity over her body:  his touch enclosed her in, made her so vulnerable.  all her defenses melted.
she was looking below at him and only him,
even though he was level with the ground.
tonight the sky was filled with smoke.
the smoke that comes after the colorful explosions in the sky
she tried to turn his vision black, to still his movement
hoping she would meet him down the dream she fantasized.
the bass was so loud it replaced the heartbeat in her chest.
she wanted make him listen to her one last time--
but she was too late.
he had already been deafened by the city noise
and blinded by the bright shining stars scattered about the sky above from months of previous evenings
he had his own dreams, dreams down a different path where they would not meet.
he was looking above her, through the smoke.
he had traded his last few heartbeats for a plane ticket,
way above and beyond her and her concerned eyes,
into the galaxy of beauty of possibilities.


-shelly scene

bloodlust

an old rusty pot fills with the pit-pattering of rainwater drops as the full moon's light beams in through the shack's dust-covered window
the warm air is moisturized with the sweet smell of spring: spider webs and spring flowers are beaded with evening dew drops
the shape and details of the trees slowly became less identifiable against the sky and darkened into a silhoutte as dusk had progressed to the dark hours
he had became more and more of a stranger to her every day as the ghost had slowly turned his broken heart to stone so he could never love again.
there's a sparkle in her eyes as they open slowly and her fangs gleam in the moonlight, she licks her red-stained lipstick lips: she's weak from lust and the long, dragged-out winter behind her where she slept, she's hungry for blood: she'll provide them with only a small taste of hers, just enough to get them addicted: then suck them dry before they'll have a chance to abandon her.
lust and gluttony are her deadly sins
finally free from centuries of being chained down by heavy, rusty metal chains away from the world in a dark dungeon
a firefly sealed away in a jar, emitting it's vibrant glow
ravens flock and sparrows flutter as her skirt twirls when she runs through the trees and stops to dance in the moonlight, it beams down and fills gaps in between the tree shadows
all the creatures of the night gather to bestow their gifts upon her, to worship her beauty
the air smells of smoke as the flames arose
her sweet nostalgic aura vanishing into the night

she remembers the days of being a human, before she became a predator that feeds just to breathe
growing tired of wishing for him with every penny she tossed into the wishing well and wasting her wishes on rare shooting stars, grew tired of waiting.
the concept of love became less and less appealing to them as they grew older together, grew more hopeless.
writing every song about him and thinking of him with every love song she heard
she became so easily attached and needed too much, she became so easily dissappointed:  felt so easily threatened.  using jealousy to impress and lure.
she wore her pain as sex appeal and was good at it
she had been only an entity, haunting the decayed abandoned home where her heart could not seem to escape all her memories, crayon scribbles and bleeding ink all over the bedroom walls
trying to send signals and communicate with the living with what little energy she had left, but nobody understood her: she could only slur and mutter out her dead language.
the need to nuture the notion in the summer of innocence had failed
and she makes the sacrifice: surrenders her trust to the bloodlust knocking at her door
she must kill and become their slave to be safe.

-shelly scene

where is the girl we used to know?

her eyes were exhausted & revealed all her secrets, her shame;
her lonely face, basked and blended in the shadows.
her heart, a broken record of sad songs:
her imagination, a cemetery of dreams.
her body, her mind:  full of ugly thoughts:  anchors weighing down her soul.
sinking, shrinking...fading into the echoes of the sad songs.  fading to nothing.
her bones felt heavy & weighed down the rest of her body
her bedroom; her dungeon.  hope lies beyond the outside of these walls.  the walls closed in on her, inside her mind. 
the walls sealing her in, her soul residing in another dimension; a prison.
when the winter gray skies at noon cast a dreary shade upon the room,
all turns to stone;
all that is sacred gets put on hold.
happiness and fond memories seem dimensions away
a cold-blooded being dropped in the middle of a snowy forest,
body stiffened and frozen to the bone:
making friends with the shadows of the trees to alleviate her loneliness,
the freezing winds screaming in her ear.
she feels like a ghost; just a ghost lingering among the company of others
she pushed her dreams to the back of the closet, watched them collect dust.
her skin dry from the familiar harshness of winter, cold to the touch.
for time is not something to take for granted:
flipping the hourglass over continually when it's near empty.
waiting for a few rays of sunlight to dwell in once again,
regain the life in her once again.
reborn every springtime and dies during the winter
a cycle like the leaves on the trees and spring flowers,
this is what winter feels like.


-shelly scene

(photo by deviantart user:  onesummerago)