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vagabondprophet:

Slave

You said you were a stranger

But you said it so friendly that I didn’t quite believe you at first.

You offered me a bottle

When you saw that I was panting,

clearly dieing of thirst.

I eyed it with suspicion

And you spoke unto me,

“It’s a long long way I’ve marched,

thirst has no respect for drought,

And I know your throat is parched.”

I took a deep draft

Like a fool

Really daft

And I’m pretty sure I’m suffering now

Went down sweeter than love

Now tremors are gripping me like a glove.

“Take my money take my money

make this all go away,

Take my money take my money

Make this come to an end.”

With a deep deep laugh you Chuckled and spat,

“Not your money but your life!  Your blood your soul your heart, that’s what I wanted, that’s what I wanted from the start”

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

You never once said no,

You never once said go,

You’re conviction ain’t consistent

You were far from resistant.

Maybe next time you’ll arm yourself against all your favourite tastes and smells

Or you may find yourself on tour in the deepest depths of hell.

I want everything, everything, everything that makes you you.

Eviscerated violated taken to the grave.

That’s what I want,  I want a slave

I woke up panting

you step into the mirror,

Took a deep bow and then you said,

“If this isn’t want you wanted

Well then you won’t be haunted

But if I’m honest I think that you will be.”

– Vagabond Prophet

– First song I’ve written in about five years.

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Unenlightening

I can hear it off the eaves

Drip drip drip.

Distant coyotes,

Yip yip yip.

The darkness and fog

Combine and decide,

Unenlightening.

Tonight we unenlighten.

The rain comes quicker

And thicker than before,

Making soil so fertile

As to be barren.

One dewy drop

Says to another,

“We’re so heavy, full of wet,

Tonight let’s unenlighten.”

That’s when I start to feel,

Along with tobacco smoke

Swirling in my mind,

I’m being unenlightened.

Flipping through your pages

Traditions get unraveled.

With your gold gilded edges,

The unenlightening is frightening.

Contradicting every wisdom

That I’ve ever known.

You put your trust in vagrants,

Rather than royalty.

You talked to strangers

Befriended cheats,

Trusted prostitutes,

Beguiling in the streets.

So I’ll do it I’ll commit,

To break the mold,

To be an idiot,

To become unenlightened.

Rain’s just pouring now,

I’ve just learned up is down,

Meaning we’re all drowning.

I’m the only one who knows.

Thank God for unenlightening.

– Vagabond Prophet

Prologue: Part One

lillypads-starrynights:

“Luke…wh-what happened to you?” Her voice was shaky and as she hugged her stomach her body trembled. “You did it…didn’t you?” Her eyes welled up. She already knew the answer. Luke had fallen victim to his temptation and her heart broke for him. “Why Luke? Why? You stupid, stupid man! You knew what could happen to you!” She let out a shattering cry for her greatest fear had came true. 

Quickened to anger, he snarled in response. “I did it for you! For us Seraphine!” He slowly walked towards her with arm stretched out. “Now we can be together forever…eternity. Just like we talked about, just like we wanted!” His gaze locked onto Seraphine, but she saw nothing more than an empty man. That wasn’t Luke anymore. With once arm extended, the other silently shook as he ran his fingertips against the soft curves of her face. She held his gaze for but a single moment before turning her cheek into his palm. “Luke…this isn’t right. I told you. I mean, look at yourself! You…you-” He lifted her chin just slightly “Seraphine, my love. I can live forever. There is nothing wrong. How could you possibly think there is something wrong with this?” His grip on her tightened and she could barely move her face. “Luke you are not you.” It was difficult to speak as his fingers started to dig into her skin. Under short breaths she tried to shake him away. “You’re hurting me. Luke, let…me…go. Let me…go…Please. Luke.” She pleaded. “We can fix this.” “There is nothing to fix!” He hissed and released his grasp on her. Seraphine stumbled back, her pale green eyes danced underneath pools of tears. She stared at him as he made his way back towards her. His bare feet crossed over silently and her mumbled inaudibly to himself. Seraphine tucked back the loose strands of her golden hair that waved against the winds of her scared breaths. Luke parted his lips and let a single huff of desperation for attention fall. “Seraphine…”

“I’m pregnant Luke.” In and instant those words rang in his ears, like loud bells of a chapel. He was stuck in place. Stuck in a loop of those words. Seraphine gathered herself with a heavy but defeated sigh. She placed her arm around her waist, gently rubbing her stomach. “I found out last night.” She looked down and smiled, but the corners of her lips were tainted with dread. “We…are having a child?” Those words fell dryly off of his lips. He was anchored by the news, but couldn’t hold back half a smile followed by a happy chuckle. “I’m going to be a father. This is amazing. Seraphine…” The heaviness lifted and he immediately quickened his steps towards her. He embraced Seraphine and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Oh this is really something…it’s amazing!” Seraphine hummed  and her arms hung at her sides. She closed her eyes, afraid to make eye contact. She could feel his power. it warmed her like a fire on a late December’s night. His dark energy coursed through him and she felt it pounding against her chest. A single tear fell from her eye and she took a few small steps away from Luke. With a gentle push to his chest she was suddenly a few feet away. “It can’t be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I didn’t want it to be this way, Luke.” Seraphine hung her her head, strands of her hair that were perfectly placed fell once again and covered her eyes. “What are you talking about Seraphine?” Luke was puzzled and stared at the distance between them. “We are going to have a family…”

A few moments of silence passed. The air was thick. Finally Seraphine lifted her head, her lips trembling. “You are a monster. I can feel it…” She placed her hand over her heart. Her voice cracking under tears she was holding back. “I can feel you Luke. I feel…whatever darkness that is surging through you. That energy…that dark energy. It’s not who I fell in love with and it surely is not who I want to or can raise a child with.” She cocked her head to the right and let it hang just above her shoulder. “I’m sorry Luke…” Her words trailed off and played over and over in his head.

“You’re a monster.” That stung. The words pranced around in his mind, growing louder with every repetition. “You’re a monster.”

“A monster?” Luke tightened his lips, clenching his jaw as he clinched his fists at his sides. When he raised his head his once beautiful, sterling gray eyes muddied into black. He watched as his skin went from a frosty white to a dark gray. It was as if he walked through the ruins and ash of Pompeii. “I’ll show you a monster. “ 

He lunged towards her like a feral creature, mumbling curses under his breath. Standing stoically Seraphine waved her hand in front of Luke, freezing him in place. She stood silently before him. Was this all just a vivid, bad dream? Was this actually happening? It was at that moment where she realized that she had lost her true love. Seraphine looked into the onyx eyes of her beloved, but she saw nothing. Nothing good at least. She saw a broken reflection of herself and the love that they shared. Little by little the tears rolled down her cheeks. Her sniffles and stiffened breaths were a weak attempt to delay the inevitable. The longer she stood in front of him the less strength she had. her knees weakened and she sudden found herself on the cold travertine floor, sobbing at Luke’s feet. She slammed her hands on the ground and cursed it. 

“Why? Why? Why?” Her sobs turned into a woeful wail, her tears trickling down the smooth edges of her face and onto the ground. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I am so sorry Luke.” Through her sobs she called for her guards to take Luke to the dungeon. That call hurt her more than he would ever know. The guards rushed to Seraphine. No questions asked they took Luke’s frozen body and made way to the lower level cells. One of the guards held Seraphine at her shoulders and helped her up. She nodded in respect. “Please take me to where you will be putting him.” The guard nodded and motion for her to follow him…

-s.c

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Solitary Refinement Chapter 13

Dear Joshua                                       November 19th 2017

    Still nothing from Liz. I stopped getting excited when they went around handing out the mail different inmates received. My cooking is coming along, that’s good. I stopped paying for that favour with desserts, so that’s good too. The weather has turned lousy so we haven’t been outside in the yard as much, as a result I see Kal has been in the gym more. That’s bad, that’s one guy that doesn’t need to get any more intimidating than he already is. Now me I could stand to work out a bit, okay a lot but I spend all my free time still doing jobs and chores to earn credit. I’ve already started to save for Christmas gifts, I’ve got to try. I don’t know what I’ll get them or how I’ll get it to them but I’ve got to try.

    I had an interesting interaction with Ziggy recently. He’s also one of the guys that hangs around Trevor. He asked me if I was still having trouble with Kal. I told him that he still worries me and he still stares at me and seems frustrated that people are always around me.

“Would you like me to make sure he stops?” He asked me punctuating the word ‘stops’ by stabbing a grape on his plate with a fork. I said I didn’t want him to get in trouble on my behalf and that I think I’m safe as long as I don’t get caught alone.

Later when I was talking to Trevor he told me that Ziggy made a similar offer to him before when he had a not very nice cellmate. Seems that with his wife cheating on him he feels particularly passionate about dishing out justice to those prisoners who are here for some kind of sexual misconduct. I asked Trevor what he did when Ziggy made him that offer, he told me that the guy who used to be his cellmate is now in hospital with one fewer eye and his new cellie is much more amiable.

So that’s… terrifying. Am I the only one that gets scared by stuff here? Trevor doesn’t seem scared even though he’s tiny. Ziggy isn’t scared, seems he defines security by his own terms. Kal, no there is no way he’s scared, he’s so huge and weird and doesn’t care what anybody else wants. What would it be like to be in a place like this and have no fear? Maybe it wouldn’t seem that bad, maybe it would just seem like going to work everyday. A place that you don’t want to be at but you’re there because you have to be, controlled schedule, lots of authority figures, like some people don’t like others. I guess that’s how some of them got here though, they didn’t care about the rules and authorities on the outside, why would they care about them here.

I just don’t know how to get there, I jump at every sound. Every time I hear a set of footsteps coming around the corner I wince and hope it’s not Kal. Every meal time I worry somebody is going to stick me with a butter knife when I’m not looking. I haven’t even done anything to make anybody dislike me, not even Kal. His interest in me appears to be more appetite than anger.

For the meantime people don’t really bother me too much because I’m always with Trevor and the others. I just still can’t shake this anxiousness that follows me around like a spectre. I also worry that people don’t respect me for me but rather the people I’m with, and certainly nobody fears me. If anything happens to Trevor to make him go away, if he gets released or hurt there’s nobody looking out for me. Maybe I need to do something to make sure people know not to mess with me, or maybe even just taking Ziggy up on his offer to help me out. I’m just so not okay yet with hurting someone or even having it done on my behalf, I’m not there yet and I hope it doesn’t come to that.

What I do know is that I feel like I’m in a scene from a horror movie. You know where the creepy music goes away and nothing looks out of place at all. Your hero is just walking along normally and it starts to look like everything just might be alright after all. Then, right then is when the worst thing imaginable happens, once hope has begun to entertain its own curiosity.

It’s felt that way for a while now.

Solitary Refinement Chapter 12

Dearest Elizabeth                                      October 30th 2017

    So I waited a few weeks hoping that you’d write me about Nina’s birthday. I just really wanted to be able to give her something and I worked really hard to get that to her. Could you please let her keep it if it’s not too late? Did Nina see the gift before it got put to the curb? Well of course she did it’s a tricycle on our front step in her favourite colour. I guess what I mean to ask is what did you say to her when she wanted to play with it? I’m really upset imagining how sad she may have been about it.

I’d really like to send the kids something for Christmas, it’s not that far away now. Would that be okay with you? The kids love Christmas, I love Christmas. The baking the lights the snow I just love it all. I always wanted to decorate in the first week of November and you always said it was too early, do you remember that?

Are you going to bring the kids trick or treating tomorrow? They had so much fun when I took them out last year. It was so cute that they wanted to do a team costume, Alister called it team spooky. They were a bug catcher and spider. Nobody at the doors really got that he was a bug catcher until he put the net over his sister’s head to demonstrate. She got tired of that pretty fast it was really funny. You were so tired you stayed home saying you’d hand out candy but when I returned all the lights were out and you were already asleep by seven o’clock.

    Anyways in my cooking program here I learned how to make one of your favourites, roast chicken and twice baked potatoes. If you come and visit me maybe you could bring some recipes that you’d like me to learn to cook for you. I’d really like to do that. I’ll stop being pushy. I love you, you know that right? I miss you everyday, I’d give anything to even do something like wash the dishes when you’re tired at the end of the day.

    Please say something, even just to let me know that you’re reading these.

Sincerely,

Your Husband

vagabondprophet:

Which is it?

Am I so frail

That I can’t refuse

The beauty around

That we’ve misused.

Could I be stronger

You said I can,

But I don’t know how.

How could I

lash your arms to mine

So I could pretend I’m strong

Until I’m strong.

I know what I should do

But I’m afraid.

To which you reply,

“ which is it?

Scared and mine

Or safe and damned ”

– Vagabond Prophet