A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes
Cut the snake at the head
Snakes can only shed their skins. The animal itself often attacks when provoked but when translated through human behavior; the attacks are usually unprovoked and done with extreme prejudice. Success is the snake shaker of society. Success is an individual experience of what each person wants in their life and they are free to change it however they please. However, success brings shedding skins towards people aiming at success and happiness; in false hopes the success will fall onto them as well without admission to the wrongful actions they have chosen before. Why is this behavior acceptable? Because it is not. Perfection is not expected but intentionally being harmful towards another does not grant favorable actions.
Broken sanctions to solidify
Safe Silence echoes from the heart to perimeter around the bricks. Safely sleeping in a bed without fear of eruption. Freely walking around without eggshells to make me slip.
Blood of the covenant
“There are, indeed, various evidences that the tie of blood-covenanting is reckoned, in the East, even a closer tie than that of natural descent; that a “friend” by this tie is nearer and is dearer, “sticketh closer,” than a “brother” by birth. We, in the West, are accustomed to say, that “blood is thicker than water”; but the Arabs have the idea that blood is thicker than milk, than a mother’s milk. With them, any two children nourished at the same breast are called “milk-brothers,”  or “sucking brothers”;  and the tie between such is very strong.” (H.C. Trumbull (). THE BLOOD COVENANT. Simplicissimus Book Farm. https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-blood-covenant/id1046756412).
It’s not ALL men
It is all men I scream from bowels of frustration with the opposing gender. The gathering of misogynistic weapons clang in the distance at that phrase spoken by honest bearers communicating their experiences; small or large. Every woman thinks “will he kill me?”, “will he rape me?” Or “will he use me for sex?” Or “am I a human to him?”; whether it is a floating thought of father, brother, uncle, grandfather, friend, boyfriend or complete stranger.
“This was supposed to be an open and shut case” he mutters. Twelve men and women equally staring at a thawed out woman pulled from the local frozen pond. Detective Kay rekindles the conversation with “Open and shut cases are fantasies for detectives who lack imagination and skill”. Terry glanced up at Detective Kay with a smirk. Detective Kay held a feminine exterior but the interior of a cold killer if pressed; the criminals she pursues often find themselves in fear. Terry responds “An open and shut case would mean we didn’t have a serial killer; sorry for being hopeful Detective.”. Kay replies “Hopeful is what probably got her where she is”, as she points to the body. “Were you hurt as a child or adult? Cause you’re so cold!” Terry snaps. Blake interrupts the unfriendly banter explaining “Look guys, regardless of anything much like the other victims, they were dead prior to being pushed under the lake”. Terry addresses Blake “How do you figure?”.
Himi and Oya’s soul
In the middle of a desert, lays a lake that looks like crystal and gelatin like. High above the ground are branches that hold different golden, silver and copper fruit like fruit hanging from it. Copper pear trees, golden apple trees, unnaturally tall silver lemon trees. The trees are not easy to climb and requires either one to be clever or incredibly skillful; not many can achieve easily. Himi sits at the bottom of the tree staring at the sky in the lake. She carefully sizes up the tree filled with confidence. She backs up from the tree to gain some insightful distance. As she begins gracefully walking under the tree and she spots the golden pear hanging up high in the copper tree. She inhales carefully and braces herself while removing one of her sai; and throws it full force. The sai merely bounces off the branches and falls to the ground. She takes the sai and walks up to the tree to see if she could climb up using the sai to stick into the tree. The sai makes weak indentations into the bark but it is enough for a petite climber to utilize. Each hit by the sai takes several stabs to make it stick. Each steady branch allows Himi to take a break. Over the hours Himi makes progress as she eyes the golden pear she wants.
When the phone rang I imagined a job less explicit. An amicable woman's voice greets me into an introduction of the world I would become a part of. Instructions were vague but well understood and I agreed. I had grazed this lifestyle once before but did not throw myself into the dark abyss because I saw something beautiful. So beautiful that it drove away all the darkness that I was born with, and like everything else in my life; the light went away and perhaps for the best. There's a level of filth no light could clean. He will be better off without me. I thought of him before I decided to dive into my new found work. I wondered what would he think but then I remembered that he walked away from me and refuses to speak or acknowledge my existence; so what would he care? However, I have no time to think of such things I have a friend who overheard my conversation and agreement to work; and they have a lot to say.
The never ending helix of mental consumption Brings your legs to tread a self-proposed destruction Through the eyes of a child, one can only watch