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continuation. . . from I Met a Dancer
. . .
As I knelt crying on the ground
A mysterious figure appeared before me
She was shrouded in a a green aura
She smelt of incense, addictive like nicotine
“My name is Reveal.” She opened her hands outright towards me.
“Follow me, and I will show you the way.” I was confused by her appearance, yet, I crawled towards her with every remaining hope I have left in my weakened body and accepted her gesture, entrusting both my palms into her hands.
When our fingers met, I felt a strange energy run through my body, a strange energy that made me feel powerful, a strange energy that is dark and murky green, surrounding my body in an auric field.
“Listen, be strong. You can stand alone. You need no one.” She advised in a motherly tone. When I looked closer at her, she reminded me very much of my aunt, her hair, and softness, and kind voice. I looked at the scar on her arm, the very scar I have on me. That is when I realised – Reveal is the older version of me.
“Stand up.” Reveal instructed kindly.
I stood up very slowly, starting from my feet, to straightening my knees, and pushing one hand onto my leg for support, for a final push to straighten my posture. As I stood looking at her face to face, I reached out my hand to caress her neck… very tenderly I kissed her softly on her cheek… as I felt shivers of familiarity creeping on my skin… and gave her a hug.
“Good girl. You belong to me now.”
She hugged me tightly in her arms, as we both melted to the rising sun.
by | | FlashFiction
Strobe lights
in
my world of fantasy
where you
can find me
dancing till a certain death
a death of exhaustion
till my heart no longer ceases
to feel
where the sun and moon meets
at lover's end
waiting
for you
save me
by | | FlashFiction
Passion is red, like a blood rose.
The burning of flames, of desire.
The taste of copper, and salt
The senses of consumption of, guilty pleasures.
The touch of pain, from the fires
The feeling of lust… in and out of embrace
Passion… is The Scarlet Queen.
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On the grass of green
I dreamt
of us running in circles
before tumbling
into a rabbit hole
where we are together once again
You were the White Queen
While I, Alice
You told me to find the Red Queen
And save your kingdom
From the pain and destruction
The mayhem and bloodshed
On the game of chess
I advised;
To beat the Red Queen
You have to be the Black Queen
And it can only be achieved
If you wear a black dress
You were hesitant, but you agreed
That purity is a virtue
And sins are necessary
To get things done.
The day you wore your black dress
The Red Queen was vanquished
By your dark forces, summoned by magic
In the shades of white and grey
Your kingdom is now.. complete
by | | FlashFiction
I love the rain, it is nature’s music. The smell of rain is a tranquilizer to my pain, the rain drops wash the worries of yesterday, and the hope of tomorrow rises when the rain stops to reveal a beautiful sunset at dusk.
by | | FlashFiction
I have been dreaming of a lake scene in my dreams, floating in the middle, submerged in all sides, drowning into a deep sleep, sinking in deeper, and deeper, not breathing but alive in a sea of lost consciousness.
In this sea of consciousness, I am freed by the constraints of the physical world. My thoughts flow freely like the waves, my movements fluid and graceful. A taste of freedom. Deep in the oceans, I see your image, laughing, twirling, whispering; for me to be with you forever, and not awake from this dream.
When I awake from this beautiful dream of reveries and lost hopes, I am back into an urban jungle manipulated with steel and concrete by mankind. Untamed skies and grey murky water. Infestation and regimentation. Conformity without freedom, a life of slavery to the material debt.
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Kiss
Kill
Tango and Halloween, tragic love and sentimental killers
The Scorpion Queen reigns in the month of October
Kiss or Kill, when the cords are out, fate decides
Passion Play, Dance of Death, Ropes and Chains
The Red Room of Pain awaits.
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I asked a Raffles Girl
If she was looking for a boyfriend
She asked, “Does he have power?”
I replied, “No, but he has money.”
“Find me one with power and I will consider”
She replied, while feverishly working on her assignment, looking down at her laptop.
“Thank you for the coffee.” She hummed, as she flew off to the next appointment.
I asked a Singapore Chinese Girl
If she was looking for a partner
She asked, “Does he have money?”
I replied, “No, he does not have money, but he has character.”
“It’s ok, I have money. If he is interesting, I will keep him.”
She grinned while sipping her coffee with her legs crossed suggestively.
She prodded a cupcake with her finger, before licking it up like gold.
I asked a Margaret’s Girl.
If she was looking for a mate
She asked, “Is he husband material?”
I replied, “He works 9 – 8pm, wears a white collar and sharp shoes.”
“That is stable, I will consider.” She looked soulfully at the foam on top of her coffee.
She held the cup up to her eye level, “It is in the shape of a leaf! Amazing!”
She sipped a little, foam covered the top of her lips like a little mustache.
With a quick swipe with a tissue to remove the foam from her lips, she quipped daintily,
“So, when can you arrange a date for us?”
I asked a St Nicholas Girl
If she was looking for a man
She asked, “Is he athletic and well groomed?”
I replied, “He is tall, dark and handsome, with money, and power.”
She searched my expression for clues, if I was lying, ignoring her coffee.
“Show me one with substance, and I will consider.” She looked at her mobile phone
and continued to whatsapp her girlfriends.
I asked a Neighbourhood School Girl,
If she was looking for someone to spend her life with
She asked, “Is he handsome? Is he able to sing? Is he strong?”
I replied, “He is simple, decent looking, I am not sure about singing… but he is solid.”
She considered my response, and fidgeted a little in her tiny chair, trying to find a sweet spot of comfort. “Does he have a stable job?” She asked while stirring her coffee constantly. “Yes he does, he has been working for five years.” I replied, noticing she has laid down her spoon. Her hands moved towards her chin length fringe, and she put a lock back behind her ears. She bent over and whispered nervously in mandarin, “Lets go out together in a trio, and see what happens.”
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It was sunset, the skies grew darker and the sun disappeared behind the clouds. The island of Manhattan transformed into an artificial landscape of neon lights from billboards and street lamps. She stepped out of her apartment in her leather trench coat and boots.
She was never afraid of the dark, no matter how dead the night could be.
She hated the sun.
It burns into her skin, and causes her intense pain.
The sun, sunflower fields. Her father, beside her, yelling at her mother. Her memories, filtered sepia, the brightness of sunflower fields and the violence of her father.
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