Isyssroux

My teeth stay sharp, with the precision of a razor; human skin stands no chance whatsoever… During our session of raw passion, a little rough, out of control I bit your top lip… I glance down over you, with the hungry cravings for your young flesh; your blood's scent is unbearable… Your trust un-used the silver-handled blade, placed beneath the goose-down pillow, you so beautifully nestle into slumber… Awaken, your eyes match your coy smile, you want me to take you again, loving you… As if you weren't enough of a temptation to me~ 2010 By Isyss Fauroux~

A Crimson Night's Remains of the Day~ The girl woke up… Reluctant Eyes opened To much dismay Night-break. Broken. 3am or so Shallow cuts Time meant nothing Hopelessness infallible Her lasting vision Was not crimson tides But of blank squares With empty numbers On a tiny rectangle With a tinier black screen Silenced terror Drowned feathers Cold cheek Squeezed lids Hugged tight Body recoiled Like her python Keeps secrets 2010 By Isyss Fauroux~ {This is a one-hundred percent true story and I am so grateful to the universe that she did not die that night.}

To know no one in particular, I know not whether this will work; but I shall try pasting in one of few the pieces I wrote this month, inspired by a brilliant being whom I love having in my tiny, sheltered life.  As far as "journaling" words...today has started out in the worst of ways and I am paddling against the waves as frantically as I feel I am able right now... I wish I knew how to link to his work; as it would easily explain where my flow is coming from.  Alas, here is my raw piece as it stands alone...  Cheers! BloodFlows... ... ... Neither hearts' broken Though worn for the wear Unforgiving of ourselves Like an evolution hover