Goodie Goodie Gumdrops!Gumdrops.Goodie Goodie Gumdrops! by HeadmistressMercedes
That's what I can taste right now, if I close my eyes. Beautiful, opaque gummies, bursting with that sickening sugar that we all devour and crave.
That's what I can taste right now.
I can taste it through my nose. That scent, that glorious perfume, rushes through my sinuses and injects itself directly into my tongue. Delicious, awe-inspiring, and oh-so-bad for you. The prefect trio for a perfect bit of candy on a perfect day. A day like today, for instance.
Before today, I would never have likened the smell of gore to something so innocent and delectable. Blood would have never reminded me of the best of childhood treats, something I would be rewarded with when I was a good little girl.
But I guess what they say is true...revenge is most certainly sweet.
UnevenI am an uneven weave. I have a strange thread count, one that never quite has enough to make a strong blanket, a beautiful throw, or a designer shirt. I have holes that stretch and strain as I am pulled this way and that, forward and backward, twisted to fit the wearer.Uneven by HeadmistressMercedes
But, despite my poor quality, my low level of production, I will do my damnedest to make sure you are covered. That there is something to shroud your skin from the wind and the cold, even if my seams are not straight. I will be the cloth that you don when you need that one last layer to chase away the chill of the day, or be the final comfort to an evening where the fire is our only friend, and the moon, our constant scrutinizing eye.
I cannot be called pretty, but to some, I am beautiful. I cannot be called the best, but to a few, I am first-class. I cannot be called quality, but there are those who praise my dedication and hold me high on the pedestal for all to admire.
I am uneven.
And in that, I am perfect.
WinterfallsThe endless flow immobile.Winterfalls by HeadmistressMercedes
Waterfalls coveted by Winter's sun
now stand solid in the jealous grasp of Lady Frost.
The Lady of the LakeThe lady of the lake,The Lady of the Lake by XxQuothTheRavenxX
That enters stiffly,
Swims with open arms--
Teetering absently before your misfortune;
Like lilies that tangle--
Sweeping stardust under foot;
For Augusts laughter can scarcely sing;
Absently she delegates the breathe of summer;
Nimble are the fingertips that caress your dignity,
Onward she sleeps for vanity--
Until heaven held her far.
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