Thursday, January 07, 2010


amid the curves. she paved the way on shoes that echoed. so loud, the cacophony hits the epiphone epitome. she walks into the throngs of mindlessness. being the only one that thinks, she thought. this cauldron of a cave, makes men tremble at the knees, shudder at the shoulders, shiver down the spine, crawling under the skin. even more so, the cold wind blows like winter.

she tends to speak in riddles. riddle so entwined to the core, it makes rumplestiltskin seemed pre-pubescent. whispering words that pull the strings off of grown men quietly. doing no mere femme fatale could. such the power that could crumble the pyramids.

she was at the pedestal. like hera at power, like calliope at singing, like aphrodite at beauty, like the greek goddesses at their peak.

she's the mountain that i am scaling and i am your cave.


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Monday, January 11, 2010 8:56:00 PM  

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