Alone for awhile removed from grave. A figure walks the earth bare in feet bare in soul. She walks struggling to know her soul, a glimmer a glance a perchance. Her wings flutter, some feathers missing some scarred and charred. Once mighty, fallen fast in the fate she lost the courage to speak, she walks with bare feet. When again will this beauty show her grace and return to her place.

-like being killed

Sometimes.. its as if you were my last chance.. my last hope for salvation.. Maybe that isn't the right word but it is the only one that comes to mind presently...

You told me to open up, to not be afraid. You told me to trust you and yet I don't know if I really can. My trust turned to ashes five years ago and it has never really come back... I know you want to help me but I'm afraid.. I'm afraid of letting you down.. I'm afraid that I'm beyond your help.. You say you know how I feel.. That may be true but my emotions and my feelings are my own..

I don't know how to open up.. You see, I am not the person who does so. I am the person people come to in times of need.. I am their rock and their salvation while I silently ride my own storms of pain but perhaps.. Perhaps you can help me..

Touch and taste and thrill. Ecstasy in the form of smoke and liquid and flesh. Nerves electric, senses electric, touch static. Shock sensations through the body, to the brain, moving through the veins.

Love lust longing. Desire increases heat increases need increases. Shedding clothing, shedding inhibitions, shedding reasoning in search of the ultimate fulfillment.

Dry leaves, dark nights, wet flesh. Taste, temptation, territory to explore. Skin soaked with sweat and need and chemical intoxication.

Touch and taste and thrill. Kill the senses with sensation, ultimate ecstasy, orgasmic enlightenment.

.This is perfection, this is religion, this is salvation.