the end of the end

I worked my last day yesterday, then packed up all the things from my room into the car and dropped off my keys to the building. I finally picked up the waterproof shell at The North Face that I have been needing and drove the long windy roads from work to home for the last time. In the dark. In the rain. Singing along to traveling music.

The verizon contract is set to expire, just like the gym membership and automatic car payments.

The house is full of boxes, with varying levels of fullness. The beloved plants in the gardens have been unearthed and carried away, the fences taken down, the last pear fallen.

I've unlatched my cage and I'm moving out!

This story is finally coming to a close. I'd like to paint "The End" on the house when I go.

I hope many of the same characters show up in the next book, but if I had that kind of control, I'd have ended this one 3 years ago.

I Want

i want

to be

alone

in the dark with you,

testing how real

alone is,

and

is darkness true

or can we

just

not see?

if I am the goddess

then I created you

from desire's red clay

and black sand

of fear

and

loamy hope

and

old growth Oak

of memory.

I meant for you to stand

in

Shadow.

I meant for you to

lure me

from the sunlight

back

into the

Deep Wood.

I want

to remember

how soft

flesh

braces itself

where no

sunshine

is.