Zephrael

i've noticed a lack of fireflies lately lightning bugs, perhaps? and earthworms. it rains, and the ground is no longer teaming with life. it gets dark at night and nowhere can be found the constant flickering of little specks, flying across lawns and down the street. life in general feels disrupted; local invertebrate population aside, i feel almost disconnected. easy is as easy does, you know, and given i seem almost ready to do anything these days, perhaps i have my answer as to why prostitutes are so damn close to my heart. i'd say i let myself be used but god knows part of me loves it. part of me likes the attention and

The darkness was all-encompassing when she felt the hand clamp down on her mouth. She was told to be very quiet, and she was not sure how her entire family remained asleep in the same room while this large, hulking man snuck in. He gently pulled her to her feet and held her wrist as he led her out the door. Once outside in the moonlight, she realized why she had not struggled when he took her from her warm bed next to her sisters. "Don't do that again," she told him, giving him a half-angry look that he may not have been able to see. He gave no real response that she could discern in the night's darkness except to place a large blanket abou

The day was a warm one, and with nothing to do, she sought out her love. She knew he would be in his studio, a large, open room, standing stock-still while eying a thick slab of stone. And as she thought, then so it was. He stood in the middle of the room, sunlight pouring in from the opening in the ceiling above him, his hands rubbing the gray stone gently, as if it were the skin of a lover. The room itself opened up to a long balcony that ran on the other side of a half-wall. On either side of that wall there were seats, and she sat down where he had placed his tunic so as not to get any dust on it. She ran her fingers through strands of h