Unrest in my bones

It's unrest in my bones. I can't explain. A picture and urge. The calling.. a haunting voice that I can't quite hear.

Be it family time, TV playing our show.. watching swimming of my daughter.

The evil flashes across my mind.. the picture the thought .. then it's gone.. an iron taste in my mouth. These happenings grew as the Blood Moon closed in. The power ... the pull .. the lives before in this winter's night.

I deny the power within me. I do not test it.

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Call

Sisters of blood Sisters of night We call out to you Purified by moonlight. Sanguine thirsts Steele raised high Take the offering in the pyre Imbue us with stealth and power In this our witching hour..

My Apparitions : Hauntings of the Mind

In the last 24 hours.. I have traveled time with the apparitions of my past, present future. It's an easy thing to do when driving across the "flatlands" of Indiana ..Letting my mind drift scenes from childhood, voices .. feelings accompany me on the ride breaking through the music to come to the front of my conscience. 1.5 hours each way . Driving to my town of Origin. Logan is a good enough place, and honestly was the small town of heart warming movies where you could be a kid and ride your bike across bridges , all over and you were safe. Parenting was done by when the street lights came on, otherwise if it was warm enough to not get frostbite you were outside with friends. And like all small communities, we had our secrets. Some of us though twice about going home when the lights came on not for the fun we were having but for what awaited us. The sins of the father passed down via violent hand, slaying of the verbal, out rig...

Hiding my Demon.

Can I draw it from you? My head hurt, the pain behind my eyes. A tinge of nausea, the metal taste lingering and noise accompanied by a sharpness that trembled in my ears. The question plays in my brain. I DONT KNOW THAT I want you to see/feel consume it.. my darkness. I answer w I'm not sure you want to do that. as she grabs my wrist.. and I feel the energy. Light..easy.." shhh" as I reactively push against the foreign energy. 'Demon" I whisper and find the vault shove him in.. I look to my friend who knows the taste and sense of darkness, I see the look in her eyes of "that's quite a headache" .. I am hoping that is all that was felt. Not the brimstone, the green flame, the monster that dwells within. My friend looks a bit pale and green .. price that goes with the energy exchanged.. I physically ..mentally feel better.. I am grateful.. but not sure I wanted my friend to carry t...

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