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.

[Deandra Dawn]

Beautifully done. I'm impressed, good work.

[MoriartyMesa]

This is like The Grateful Dead met Journey, Ronnie James Dio, and Italian Opera all in one acid hit and tequila chaser with salt, lime, and Rigoletto with a nice glass of wine to wash it all down.

[Audrey Howitt]

Gorgeous writing--on to the next part

[Kenneth The Poet]

A dark write, yet very lyrical and powerful. Keep me enraptured from beginning to end.

[TKBickel]

Wow is the word. I can see a very Grimm Brothers fairytale born from this. Was the beautiful art the inspiration for this tragic tale?

[ghost writer]

delicate in its form, written like a tale held in the legends of history and whispered on the mouths of generations..a truly beautiful piece that begs for a sequel! or prequel..

[Katannaism]

This is absolutely gorgeous! Beautifully written. I was captivated all the way. Words were well chosen and the imagery of it is just amazing. The picture also poses a good visual for the story. This piece is also very unique and creative. I salute you! This is pure awesomeness!

[Rene Velez]

Brilliant...

[Forest Green]

Tangly as the vines around, this piece is wrapping the victim ever tighter in the web of need...then suddenly the second moment of recreating is lost to ... oblivion.

Unique and subtely metaphoric.

Well done...

[Blue Ivory]

Awwww this story is so sad! Kind of Romeo and Juliet-ish, but not cliched at all! Mostly when someone's work is compared to Romeo And Juliet, it's about the forbidden love and their stories don't have the tragic ending which makes it so unique. But this story is so beautiful! It almost makes me tear up :P It's just my kind of sadness C= Not emo and not chessy. Just plain beautiful. Excellent work!