Locket of Her

Behold a lovely man; burdened with her locket. It was a secret chamber, imprisoned with unfulfilled desires, holding filaments of his woman. An eyelash collected by the undercurrent of lymphatic tears, a clipped fingernail, the balm off her lips. Remnants of her, wrapped within the pheromone of wet Spring.

Consumed he was....deep in oppressive thought. Opening the locket, he brushes his cheek with a snippet of her saffron hair. Sigh....he ached for her so. Resting against the tree that neighbored him, he could feel the light of the moon, as he suffers in silence.

The night woos him with a lullaby....

Alas, someone was observing him.  Dark Goddess was loving his heartbreak. She felt the loneliness too. And she watched, as the wet mossy ground began to swallow his shoe...and her dark matter filled his consciousness.

Opportunity path-ed a way for this malevolent Goddess to make her move. So she began speaking to him; her words conjured up a black magic laced with bad intentions.

        "Bury her," the voice kissed in his ear.

He looked down at the muddy realm below that was sinking beneath his weight. It marked the spot for desecration, and burial of a missed soul.

         "Hurry," she said.
         "Before the sun is awake!"

Down on soiled hands and knees, he buries the locket. Filling the hole back up with a mixture of rocks, clay, and grassy sod. Dark Goddess was pleased. But before he could rise; she tripped him. Sweeping him off of his feet, as his head crashed against the trunk of the tree. A branch gutted his flesh, unwrapping him to the bone. His life poured...

Dark Goddess and Earth opened their mouths to savor the moment. He tasted so pure...full of nourishment, life was ready to bloom.

The morning approaches.

Dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips that try to penetrate through.  Breaking free of the earthly womb, a flowering female sprouts open.  Wiping the dirt from her face, she shakes her saffron hair. The bright sun and zealous air feels good to her. She blinks her newborn eyes.

Her flesh is real, yet she feels an emptiness.  The wind blows what feels like warm breath on on the back of her neck...dewy petals caressing her skin....it reminded her of something.....HIM.

Confused and forsaken-ed, she looks around for her lover......

Reviews

[VennelaMargame]

Hmm, one thing that jumps out at me is the possible Odyssey reference with "dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips...." reminding me of Homer's line, usually translated as "young dawn with fingertips of rose." Did you have Greek on the mind when you wrote this?

Hmm, I have to wonder, is the lover Twilight, separated from his paramour dawn by the jealous Night, who loves coming between them?

Also, the bit about "bury her" reminded me a bit of Porphyria's Lover, about trying to preserve a lover in a perfect moment of beauty through death.

So, I'll say that I enjoyed this because it was evocative of many things for me. Nice writing.

Namaste, Muse.

[Muse]

thank you...there is an ending, but it requires reading two more chapters. It's a morbid love story, so don't hold your breath.

[VennelaMargame]

I was gandering right now...let you know my thoughts soon.

[Lyn Anderson]

I saw this in the feed. It is a really interesting and strangely alluring piece. Beautiful use of various tools to create a very unique style.

[Muse]

I just shared with Amos this series because I am reading some of his adult fiction. This story has three more chapters if interested. Locket of Her 2
and Locker of Her 3, the Release.

I got your email, I will make my rounds. Promise.

[Lyn Anderson]

Hey chica, long time no speak. I loved it then and I love it now.

[A. Amos]

B, this is elegant and interesting work, I really enjoyed will talk more about this one; now will check out other!

[Muse]

It's one of my favorites. I sympathized with this creature, yet I felt the most connected to Dark Goddess herself.

[A. Amos]

If you allow me I can turn it into a killer story for you...

[labyrinthapathy]

Augh, it fills my chest with night and I love it so. An eternal struggle with their own selves. Crossing the line defining life and death. And the Goddess is pleased. Your way with words is just sterling. I crave this emotion now.

[Muse]

This was my first experiment with flash fiction. It continues with two more parts. I have been asked to elaborate even more...but I just haven't the time. Thank you for exploring my melodic world.

[labyrinthapathy]

I shall investigate. Thank you for providing one.

[Sophia Marie]

The images are so carnal, pure, and dark, I love it. I want more and see this as continuing on to soooo much more. Great work here, very emotive.

[David Scott]

What a wicked twist of fate. The "Dark" will never grant pure transparent gifts. Fiendish indeed!

[Stacey Watts]

Your words intrigue me and causes me to want to dig deeper to find the meanings and journey with you. I like this. Very well written indeed. What a magical journey.

I'd just done a review that was drawn from the very depths of my fascination with ur use of words and the images u created but It just disappeared...For the justice u;ve done u need no music but just your ever blissful words...u drew me in into your creation and captivated me all the way. Ur fluency with the rhythmic words has left me thirsty for more wordly-justice. Plain English: I'm more than impressed. I love the way u write. No errors found, grammar-concerning or otherwise....I salute U#Salute

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is dark! but again wow!

[roarke]

the dark side of Romeo and Juliet. It's a very organic, impressionistic piece.
This was my favorite part:
Dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips that try to penetrate through. Breaking free of the earthly womb, a flowering female sprouts open. Wiping the dirt from her face, she shakes her saffron hair. The bright sun and zealous air feels good to her. She blinks her newborn eyes."
Nice bit of writing.