Leikela's profile

There is a creature bathing by the river. A haggard piece of flesh that shivers and contracts repulsively; imposing such grotesqueness upon this lucid place. When did reality become so utterly diseased, so stark and numb? What cannibal is it that feasts upon her flesh, and slurps up her vitality? Her blunt fingernails are dirty, and she is exhausted. She sighs the wordless exorcism- parting her lips to banish whatever demon squeals within. I have often wondered down to these banks, where it i...

Lord, teach me what to write. Consume me with the fire I am fashioned for, I beg you, set me alight- because surely you have made me to be a candle? And if these words should forevermore remain as obscure and secreted as they have been, I will not protest. Just lend me the words to write, because I write for my own sake. I invoke you. Help me. Amen I want to write about the truth. But truth is something too big to fit into my mouth, too tough to chew and digest, it splits my cheeks and bloodi...

Am I to be so reduced? So thus limited and confined? Depleted and diluted into something I do not revere, or even respect. You see the plea in your eyes? You cannot hang your head. You feel the trembling in your fingers? You cannot ignore that. You hear the bark in the back of your throat? It will not remain silent. You feel the heaviness of your heart? It will consume you. The Horror of the decision is in the relinquishment of yourself.

And you, you can return to that shining realm, of purity and clarity, and blessing. I can’t function there anyway. I am cut too coarsely, of despair and depravity; I am warped through and through. You are an ideal that blazes before me, a divine concept of which I can take no part. So please, leave me alone; I am not immune to the careless brush of a finger tip, or your lingering eyes; my skin burns at the touch, and your stare shames me. It is enough that I might stand near to you; and peep-...

Your arms wrapped around my waist and about my back. You enveloped me in that illicit closeness I tolerate to recall in my most desolate of loneliness. You parted my lips, and extracted a taste that burnt my mouth; your hand stole forth to silently touch places in consuming, tender possession. You made me gasp, and your tongue seized the breath from mine. I miss the firmness of your body against me, and the warmth of your skin. I miss violent fingers in my hair and feral ravenous eyes; that l...