I'm burning you away.

[wolven7]

My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult - [Lucifer's Flowers]--- I've taken the flowers you gave me, precipitated by a not-unforseen, yet still catastrophic event. The Bottle broke, the one with Her name and Her sigil on it, the one that held the dried remains of a thousand nights' memories and tokens of half-joking affection, and the cat broke it, the black one jumping from the mirror (absurdly, I'd thought for a second that the breaking sound was the mirror, so foreign an idea that that bottle could break), and the shards were everywhere, a few chunks large enough to hold the shape, the curve in green glass, a good portion of it powdered and gone.

Tori Amos - [She's Your Cocaine]--- And, nigh-impossibly, the sections that constitute her sign, her symbol, her name, her power, fit back together like a puzzle, and capable, again, of painting that picture, and holding thse memories.

That's why I'm burning them, on Wednesday.

I have the flowers, years dried, that remind me of you, and I put some of the petals in the emptied bottle of Belvedere that you gave me when it was full, so that they soaked up the very last of the alcohol that somehow, impossibly, had survived 6 years' trasport from house to house to house to house. (The Art of Noise - [Instruments Of Darkness]). And I had daisy chain that we three made that night on the hill, overlooking the city, our city, that night that i pounded on the door, heavy and loud, and found the two of you there... And I have left-overs, attachments from the finding the two of you there, years later, in the morning, like the black private dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks.

I had hopes, tied up with those things. I still had them, still have them, points of contention with the way things are, branching off from the way things were, to the way they could have been.

And so I'm sacrificing them to the Fire. Giving Her back to herself, at the home of one of her avatars.

Tom Waits - [Virginia Avenue]--- Hah. Bluebells. If I had some, I'd burn them too.

I'm burning away those things that are keeping me from seeing things as they are.

Literally.

Comments

I wandered over by way of blumuun...

[the-old-songs.livejournal.com]

Noticed a Fibonacci diagram on you userinfo... and that you quoted both Poe and Robert Pirsig on your web page... and I must say my interest was piqued. So I friended you.

Anyway I just think it's sort of weird to friend somebody and not take a moment and say hello.

So I did.

Re: I wandered over by way of blumuun...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. I always appreciate the heads-up.