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Elisabeth Writing

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    • Fallen God…

      You tumbled through space and time, your rack of antlers ripped away by the greedy black hole you were swept into, stars grasping for light as you gasped for breath, death at your fingertips. Immortal ichor to mortal blood. Even the sound of your screams dissolved into nothing and everything. You landed in a concrete…

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    • Embers and Craters

      I brushed my hands across your brow, saw blood on my fingers. I wondered if I was the one with the knife, or if you had razors hidden in apple petal curls. Did you ever write letters just to watch them burn and sizzle in the flames? I wonder at the words eaten by fire…

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    • An Old High-school Blog…

      The other day, my lovely friend Julie mentioned that she was reading her livejournal, and it sparked my curiosity. I wanted to read mine again. I do it every few years, laughing at how dramatic I was, cringing at some of the things I wrote, groaning over the grammatical errors and the little girl I…

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    • Demons and Caves Part 1

      Malacoz ran through the brush, tireless, his feet pounding on the cold ground and the wind blowing his hair back from his face in a way that made him want to howl in triumph. His quarry was fast, faster than he’d thought she’d be, and he relished the chase, how it emptied his mind except…

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    • 12 years sober today…

      November is fucking depressing. It’s something about the bare trees, the grey skies, losing the hour of light in the evenings – and my own memories. I’ve been sober for 12 years and I’m eternally grateful for that. I’m proud of how far I’ve come and I celebrate this day every year, because I still…

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    • Dear It’s Best If We Don’t Talk-

      Dear It’s Best If We Don’t Talk, We won’t speak face to face in this life again, but I hope you know I don’t wish you ill. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wish you no harm, nor would I hex or curse you. I wish you growth and happiness. After all, it was you…

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    • Invisible

      I feel like I slip through the world in shadows, gathering a cloak of stars and darkness around me. I like the way the night curls around my long fingers, and the swelling secrets I hear on the murmuring wind.  But – I didn’t ask to be invisible.  I’m cold. Is this a version of…

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    • Reckless Freedom

      I wonder if I’ll ever stop looking over my shoulder, searching for the Huntsman on my trail. He wants to put my heart in a velvet lined box. I don’t know if these tired eyes and this worn smile can sway him; I am not the beauty they once called me, though I never believed…

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    • I don’t feel ok.

      I don’t know if I can make this poetic, when I just need to let it out. I don’t feel ok. I haven’t felt ok for weeks. Anxiety has been nipping at my heels, little bites of pain, making my whole body shake and tremble with irrational fear. Some days I feel like I’m floating…

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    • Oh, Halloween…

      Oh think of me, won’t you, when the colorful trees shiver and the children are looking for tricks or treats. Think of me when you’re hunting for the perfect costume, or admiring the Harvest Moon at her peak. Think of me when sky-clad under an autumn sky. Think of me when you dance there, crunching…

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    • Hades and Light

      You had a wreath of roses on your curly hair mane, A lion in the garden of night, Devouring springtime and beauty, To sustain your numinous life. The golden boy, the loved, the desired, The Prince of flowers and game, And I am the Goddess of Death, Ghosts and sadness and shame. The souls I…

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    • Lamial and Malacoz, Lakes and Caves.

      The palace was quiet, and the heels of his boots clipped smartly on the polished floors. Lower Demons scurried out of his way, wide eyed and fearful, and Malacoz reveled in it. He smiled at one of them, a small female with white hair and yellow eyes, and she swallowed hard before backing away into…

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    • I ruined a cake and went to that dark place again.

      Yesterday, I went back to that place.  I was making Texas sheet cake. I looked up the recipe in my email, and it mentioned a name that made my crystal heart fall – hit – shatter. I could feel that pit of dark stars and the echoes of light grow and grow and grow until…

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    • I lost myself as a girl. And I found myself as a woman.

      Dedicated to my father, John. Happy birthday daddy-o. You always reminded me of who I really was. This is a story about a girl who lost herself, and the woman who found her. When I was a little girl, I had dreams about another land, and another time. There is one that sticks with me,…

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    • Witchy woman…

      This fruitful, heavenly body is tugging at the womb inside of me, swollen light I guzzle eagerly. I feel the buzz of her beauty in my body, seeping from my pores as luminescence. Harvest Moons and golden-red leaves bring out the witch that has huddled inside my soul with quiet patience until October came to…

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    • Forever or a fling?

      Perhaps it’s time to face the truth, however unpalatable: maybe I was always meant to be a fling, and never meant for forever.  I might be easy to fall in love with, but I know damn well I’m harder to stay in love with. Ask the men who gave me diamonds and pearls. Ask those…

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    • Why write about love?

      Here’s one thing I hear quite often: “I notice your writing is mostly about love.” The question there, unasked, is why? There are, of course, all the usual reasons that love is the main subject of many poems, songs, books, plays, paintings, etc.: love is powerful, love is terrible, love is beautiful, love is a…

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    • Faerie Godmother Me!

      I long to be a love goddess, with raven dark wings, a rose quartz wand, a crown of peonies and magic sizzling like lightning at my fingertips. There is the magic we know, and the magic I crave. The magic we know is intention and rituals, candles and glass jars, obsidian and red salt, moon…

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    • Burnt Gardens

      We made a garden, in the beginning. It started with a few precious seeds and bulbs. We gently patted them into the freshly turned earth and linked hands lovingly over the soil. We planted flowers, but more than that: love, hope, beauty, dreams. They were so tender, and precious. Our warm welcome tears watered them…

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    • Hades Did You Choose Me?

      Hades, did you choose me? They said you took me against my will. But darling I knew you watched me from your purple bruised shadows. Did you think I didn’t know? Did you think that I trailed my fingers over my thighs for myself (although, sometimes I did that too)? When I pushed the ivory…

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