Night Returning 2

There’s something inside of me

That tears it all apart

What I was can never be

What you will be

I’ll never see

Can’t find the strength erase it

As it crushes my will to live

Don’t want you close enough to smell me

God I wish I had the courage to kill……..

Ch 4

There was sense, and then there were the senses. Common sense told me to get out of this haunted dead city. My senses where in overdrive. The truth of life of death seemed to be waiting for me in a darkened dead place. A woman so in tune with nature that she walked apart from it.  A beautiful woman no less, walking around with a part of me inside her. Floating around in her, keeping her alive, keeping her closer to humanity. Yet farther away from me.

Like a siren song the drums of her pounding in my head, pulling me closer and closer to her. I walked the distance following the tracks of the streetcar. Two silver lines in the road to my damnation. I reminded myself that I was being theatrical. Dramatic. This was all very serious to me. The plush green landscape, the quiet of the Garden District lined with hotels, bars, the big tourist center that would not hire a “Yankee” all of this…….. Fragments.

Moments in time.

I head toward the cemetery. Not really knowing the way. But those drums pounding, and it seemed the closer I got to the cemetery the softer they became. I could have stopped again to think about the thing I was doing. Yet I couldn’t. Her voice in me, invading everything around me. If I passed a glass window I saw her reflection, if I looked at a puddle there she was right there. Oh yeah she put a spell on me alright.

I walk around the black wrought iron fencing, finding the cemetery closed. The pounding in my blood made my skin feel like it was on fire. I wait for further instructions in my blood. The sounds of the city, of cars going by, couples fighting, leaves moving in the breeze, that scent of the wild flowers, of wet grass, drying trees…overpowering my senses. The air shifts so, so slightly….and my demon appears. Soft… dressed in white, like a bride.