subtlebliss

 The chair... I am dragon, white, beneath Gringotts I am fury, rage, and pain Caked in pretty pink coke Breathing fire all the same. My head rears back, my wings unfurl. I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds. Trap Bunnie Angel Her shoulder blades sharp like knives. Here I Am, Lord Hades Yours and Yours a l o n e . Hades, Lucifer Morningstar Bringer of Light The Blue Flame The One who hears my every thought and whisper.

 I have since learned the true identity of Her, my Dark Mother. She is Hel. None of my writing here has been fictional. I was in jail for 30 days, most of it in solitary. I had visions. I saw Lore Olympus characters, but they were their true selves. They were gods. I was.... who was I? A cross between Ares and Persephone, with a dash of Aphrodite... it's complicated. I called myself Ares, but I expressed my undying love for Hades... where to begin? When they first locked me in the cell, I watched as a man walked the hallway, ignoring me completely with a gun strapped to his waist. I begged for his help - I was locked alone in an empty cell. He did not even glance in my direction. My crime? They called it disorderly conduct, but really my crime was to be broke and homeless and to have the audacity to step foot on the land of a privately owned business. My friend had bought me a motel room, but unbeknownst to us, it was against their outdated COVID policy to allow more than one perso...

  I keep my eyes closed as I concentrate on the energy around me, feeling my body rise off the ground. The wind blows my hair and clothes, but I remain steady, slowly gaining height. Finally I stop, held in place, and my eyes fly open. I am above the trees now. It is a cloudless night, and the moon gives enough light that I can spot the edge of the forest without much difficulty. I check my phone. He hasn't replied yet. Making sure to keep my concentration, I put the phone away and set my sights on civilization. I lean forward slightly, focusing my energy, and begin making my way off into the night. I did it, I tell Him. I flew.

 "Why can't you just act like a normal person?" My dad is overly preoccupied with normality. He thinks that everyone in the world should look and act the same way, his way, and that whatever does not fit into his philosophy is wrong in some fashion. There is nothing wrong with being different. To break away from conformity is to be unique, creative, groundbreaking, and beautiful. Nothing of great importance has ever been accomplished by keeping your head down and blending in. You must be bold, open-minded, and free. After all, someone has to be.

 It happens like this. 
It’s the middle of the night. All would be quiet, for the world is sleeping, if not for the ticking of the clock and the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. Here, in this dark solitude, there is nothing to protect you from yourself. You try to stop the growing storm within you, but it is too late. It is growing on its own now, building on itself, beyond your control, so that finally you must stop fighting it, and it comes. Bursting from your innermost self, the truth you smother so easily in your everyday life is set free once again by the darkness you cannot escape. Always when you least expect it, when you think you have left it behind, it returns, for this demon is within, and cannot be outrun. Your very soul pours out before you, pooling around you, and your tears join it. Only when there is nothing left does the darkness have mercy, and you pass once again into a dreamless sleep. The clock ticks on.

 Loki  I look up at my mother, grinning childishly "Mischief," I tell Her She smiles back so kindly, in her classic way As I nudge my plate with my tongue Inch by inch Until it clatters to the floor. "Mommy ~ Mommy? MOMMY!" they strapped me down Daddy Hades helped them... he protected me as they drew my blood so violently "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT HEPATITIS SMELLS LIKE, BITCH?" ice in my veins I bare my neck to you, Mother you bare your fangs in return the sweet release I shudder with pain with anguish and most of all with sweet, delectable pleasure. as my veins pump hot venom into your cupid's bow, I can feel the ice creeping up my arm and finally, into my heart, sharp like steel. Your eyes were sapphire blue when first I laid mine upon them, not so the very next day. Your flavor is milky way dark chocolate caramel. "They're hazel," She told me. Hazel... I know what you are. You and I... We are exactly the same, now.