Den of Bears

A short story.

Soundtrack:

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Water slides
through her silk roots.
The warden of the cold sun she was.
Feathers and fox blood
flowing from the chalice
tipped back
she was the deity of destruction

Wolves fur mantled over
her thin frame,
plastered firmly
around her milk white shoulders.
When she walked
the ground blighted
and burned
never to bare fruit
for endless seasons
the curse looms
in roman numerals.

Salt of the earth,
Hair of the moon-gazer
so black it swallowed the light.
the wind howled over her cracked skin.
A desert that never ended
but ended many deserters
who challenged the thorns
which hedged her exterior.
Like an oasis of beauty
pumping toxic waste from
the breast of the earth mother.

Snake venom taster
leviathan heart .
Neurosis catcher
Dream crusher.
Boulder thrower
going
to the dead gods.

Return to sender son.
raised by wolves
Wandered the sand
leaving layers of peeled skin
in footsteps
that are lost among faux waves
of never ending.

Foe waves,
i return dagger stares.
spit in-between exhausted breathes.
Tired of pulling these rattling chains.
haunting myself.

I have come in search of loving shelter.

She smirks a dead smile.
"I am the den mother"
piled bones,
A throne of misery
she sits back and reclines
semi-sided and draws her thin
long slender finger to a curl
extending it repeatedly
drawing me in.

Her nostrils flared.
exhaling visible breathes.
eyes fixed
an unbroken stare.
A specialty for finding old wounds
and feasting on the vintage
of time cured wine.

Her eyes fade from focus in ecstasy.
her belly swelled and sloshed
as she threw her hair back and laughed
letting the last drops fling upward
and back down across her face
running down her chest into
thighs.

"You are nothing
i am everything.
I am the end
as you are my morning.
I am filled
as you lay empty"

True.

"You have traveled an eternity
as i have never moved.
You have exhausted
as i am insatiable
and have sustained."

True.

"Say something!
How scared it feels....
To be alone,
To be consumed
To be cast aside
"

i am not scared
because dying
isnt everything.
i am not alone
because you are here.

Her eyes begin to widen
as she senses everything
isnt as it should be.

i too have drank venom
under the red moon

She begins to feel the aching
in her stomach grow stronger with each passing word
as her precious blood slowly
begins to flow out from her still flared nostrils,
they begin to relax. . .

I too have challenged the gods
and fought long cold nights.
In search of others
and others found me.
slinging stones
and shattering bones
instead of giving me shelter
in homely arms
and pillow chests.

I was never finished,
crawling further to an ending
where the hollow sound
drowns out your agony and spite
as you are snared by your own doings
and only you
would collapse on to knees
and know that just the opposite
has taken hold.

though it is cold
and i am alone
and my hand is shaking
i am not afraid

Yes i am
here mortally snatched
in passing
with empty belly
while you sit full
and feasted of pestilence.

Her eyes begin to roll back
as she makes final pleas.

for i am nobody and my life
is just your day.
Im sorry
but this day is eclipsed.
You will never see the light
or feel its warmth again.

and
Yes i will die
here today
but not before

the end...