Locket of Her

Locket of Her

A Story by The Cobra Lounge

Behold a lovely man; burdened with her locket. It was a secret chamber, imprisoned with unfulfilled desires, holding filaments of his woman. An eyelash collected by the undercurrent of lymphatic tears, a clipped fingernail, the balm off her lips. Remnants of her, wrapped within the pheromone of wet Spring.

Consumed he was....deep in oppressive thought. Opening the locket, he brushes his cheek with a snippet of her saffron hair. Sigh....he ached for her so. Resting against the tree that neighbored him, he could feel the light of the moon, as he suffers in silence.

The night woes him with a lullaby....

Alas, someone was observing him.  Dark Goddess was loving his heartbreak. She felt the loneliness too. And she watched, as the wet mossy ground began to swallow his shoe...and her dark matter filled his conscience.

Opportunity path-ed a way for this malevolent Goddess to make her move. So she began speaking to him; her words conjured up a black magic laced with bad intentions.

        "Bury her," the voice kissed in his ear.

He looked down at the muddy realm below that was sinking beneath his weight. It marked the spot for desecration, and burial of a missed soul.

         "Hurry," she said.
         "Before the sun is awake!"

Down on soiled hands and knees, he buries the locket. Filling the hole back up with a mixture of rocks, clay, and grassy sod. Dark Goddess was pleased. But before he could rise; she tripped him. Sweeping him off of his feet, as his head crashed against the trunk of the tree. A branch gutted his flesh, unwrapping him to the bone. His life poured...

Dark Goddess and Earth opened their mouths to savor the moment. He tasted so pure...full of nourishment, life was ready to bloom.

The morning approaches.

Dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips that try to penetrate through.  Breaking free of the earthly womb, a flowering female sprouts open.  Wiping the dirt from her face, she shakes her saffron hair. The bright sun and zealous air feels good to her. She blinks her newborn eyes.

Her flesh is real, yet she feels an emptiness.  The wind blows what feels like warm breath on on the back of her neck...dewy petals caressing her skin....it reminded her of something.....HIM.

Confused and forsaken-ed, she looks around for her lover......



© 2013 The Cobra Lounge



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I'd just done a review that was drawn from the very depths of my fascination with ur use of words and the images u created but It just disappeared...For the justice u;ve done u need no music but just your ever blissful words...u drew me in into your creation and captivated me all the way. Ur fluency with the rhythmic words has left me thirsty for more wordly-justice. Plain English: I'm more than impressed. I love the way u write. No errors found, grammar-concerning or otherwise....I salute U#Salute

Posted 9 Months Ago


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The images are so carnal, pure, and dark, I love it. I want more and see this as continuing on to soooo much more. Great work here, very emotive.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a wicked twist of fate. The "Dark" will never grant pure transparent gifts. Fiendish indeed!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Your words intrigue me and causes me to want to dig deeper to find the meanings and journey with you. I like this. Very well written indeed. What a magical journey.

Posted 9 Months Ago


I'd just done a review that was drawn from the very depths of my fascination with ur use of words and the images u created but It just disappeared...For the justice u;ve done u need no music but just your ever blissful words...u drew me in into your creation and captivated me all the way. Ur fluency with the rhythmic words has left me thirsty for more wordly-justice. Plain English: I'm more than impressed. I love the way u write. No errors found, grammar-concerning or otherwise....I salute U#Salute

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is dark! but again wow!

Posted 9 Months Ago


the dark side of Romeo and Juliet. It's a very organic, impressionistic piece.
This was my favorite part:
Dawn grabs onto the pink fingertips that try to penetrate through. Breaking free of the earthly womb, a flowering female sprouts open. Wiping the dirt from her face, she shakes her saffron hair. The bright sun and zealous air feels good to her. She blinks her newborn eyes."
Nice bit of writing.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are a cleric.

Posted 9 Months Ago


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so surreal and dark yet very beautifully expressed.

Posted 10 Months Ago


A dark dance, as if Poe played incubus in your imagination... life bleeding into death, and death reawakening to daylight... and that locket... pieces of her reborn as his life is poured out... Profound hallucinagen...

Posted 10 Months Ago


love this write, the intense feelings, the story line, gave me goosebumps and made me sad with the losted..

wonderful and a dark romantic to fall in love with

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 5, 2012
Last Updated on April 14, 2013
Tags: poem, poetry, fantasy, faith, religion, story, woman, life, heart, hope, depression, noise, art, desire, emotion, evil, good, light, dark

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