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[aid] => mick
[title] => stealing Sparkle's secrets
[time] => 2004-01-24 16:25:46
[hometext] => if you understand what it means, let me know
[bodytext] => he called himself "Sparkles" it was kinda creepy his false falsetto violating the night air like everything else he touched the moon blew chill scythes of pale light across the gazebo floor as he paced back and forth in his pink thong and black silk robe he promised to teach me the dark secret things if i would just let him do it again still unsure, i sat silent he sang softly as he painted me in his mind i think i was still naked but i can't remember the pills were kicking in again lying on my stomach the wooden floor glazed in frost naked, but not cold weight on top of me everything appearing in flashes and black patches of Nothing i could hear him back there, up there he was telling me the secrets but i couldn't concentrate everything felt so alive so many colors that i would never see again so many thoughts that i would never think again so many feelings that i would never feel again so many things dying inside me his voice was deep and jagged as he taught me everything but my mind was in a million pieces and i was in a million places i woke to find the moon quite low nearly out of sight renewed frost stinging my skin Sparkles was asleep on my back drooling onto my shoulder dragging the murky waters of my mind trying to remember the secrets sobbing dryly as i realized that i had lost everything only to gain Nothing i pushed myself up dumping Sparkles off my back he rolled lazily off slumping to the floor snoring softly leaving a trail of a million little Sparkles between he and i picking through my stash i found a pill that Sparkles had never seen a small black pill cryptically signed in a pale alien hand i chewed the pill into a powder and drooled the resin onto his face giggling quietly as i heard the moist hiss of his flesh melting away then a dry cracking sound as his skull decalcified i'm not really sure exactly when he died and i'm not really sure if it matters once the powder had done it's job i lightly thumped the front of his skull and watched it crumble and cave in sticking my delicate hand inside i scooped out the wet contents of his skull growing frightened as i returned handful after handful of pink tissue as i was nearing tears my fingers grazed something hard and abrasive as i exhumed it the last slivers of moonlight caught it and it reflected with an ebony brilliance that made my whole body shiver i licked it, to sample and tasted copper and dust as i considered it's taste something tore in my mind and through the tear poured dark airy things that whispered in unknown tongues and groped my mind with anxious fingers celibate to the point of madness i ate the black piece of brain and with each bite more shadows of forgotten secrets swam through the rip in my mind each raping my mind in turn the groans of ethereal orgasm shaking my skull so violently that teeth fell from my mouth without a hint of blood i swallowed the last bite as the blood stained sun peeked out still naked filled with foreign fluids and mental monsters of molestation i stood and let the sun baptize me in the hue of life lost to pain but it didn't look the same didn't feel the same my life reduced to eternal sigh sick desires brought to surface my spatter spent in every available vessel for this dead knowledge "came" at a cost i price to pay for all i gained though even more was lost [comments] => 4 [counter] => 301 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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