I can feel the moon’s gravitational beams like a tide and toe.
The earth quakes beneath my toes and it almost feel electrifying
Only this time I’m not defying gravity
The center of balance hold still and my gaze drops
The air feels like the radio frequencies static
Immobilized by my new fear of heights
A parachute opens and I’m hoisted into the air
The temperatures of the water numbs
Brisk lashes of wisping wind
The rain stinging
Couldn’t I have chosen a better day to rip the chord and descend into the ocean
The whispering wind wisps past me
I can hear the songs of the sirens as the water emulsifies me
The coast is twenty seven miles away now
Nothing but air and water for miles in all directions
I’m out here beyond the red algae
Red sky at night sailor’s delight
Red sky at morning a sailor’s warning
I can’t see at all as the rain falls
I dive as I feel the air filled in my lungs chelate
A drop in the ocean
Like the mermaid that dropped her purse is behind this
I’m swimming toward shore and the seaweed seeds
Mercury’s counter pull does not have me tred the surface
Which leads me to believe the depths only surface in the night
When the moon aligns with the terrestrial
Physically and mentally prepared
The power vested in me with my tools
Cans
The light wand
Mesmerized gps coordinate
An inflatable boat that descended from the chopper
Getting narced Cyanide cyanocobalamin
Cyanobacteria needs cans for seed samples
My new found fear now raging with adrenaline
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In Love and War
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The meander tiara had been thought about as the countesses united before the queen was moved. While the Crown of Strathmore Rose Tiara had been coronated and moved to a different palace also. “The true dexterity is not just in books. Although books have kept ancient secrets alive.”- (Princess Diana) They addressed the recent ordeal by a lawyer letter to the responding member of the family from Parliament’s heir. The French revolutionary war comes to mind and the reign of Queen Elizabeth I still giving way to modern day. The orientation for the future endeavors began with the Americas state Kentucky. The Federal Forest Service had career orientation and how to approach an investigation from the underworld. The ordeal was not over at the arrest of the “accessories”. Upon the return the mountain range was ringing and a personnel approached the home. The first time I had ever been asked of for Princess treatment. Where has this decade gone since and what frosted courtships unveiled intimate details of ties to the family as I quartered their homes. They asked of an intimate person to the family to be lead on a further investigation. It wasn’t just that this since estranged respondence was being separated from the family again. The history of Princess Holly as a countesses is overwhelming in the essences of time and being saved evasively. The appeal has not been denied for a year since. The harkened feeling yet another account of war. Our earlier years of fury became about intimacy and betrayal. The intimate encounters and the evasive demeanors gave heir to new instincts. Who writes of the sequel to Of Love and War in the Art of War and the truths of the betrayals and manipulations.
By Tristin CrawfordExclusive • 11 months ago
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Amazing writing, Tristin.