Muse 83: Heels

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This was her secret past time; he was her secret way to past time. He kept the key underneath the carpet, but she never touched it until he went away. Each day she stroked the ridged ends, wondering if she should take the risk, and when she did, the interior shocked her. The beautifully adorned room had the loveliest wallpaper pattern. One could spin and become dazed, lost in the maze as it lead her straight down to the bedroom. Curiousity wrecked her mind as she danced around the edges, afraid to see what was inside. Today was the day, the time, the day to discover what was inside. The dark was encroaching upon her, from behind and in front, and she looked in, gasping. She fled quickly, forgetting to lock the doors, to wipe away her mark, as she ran back into her house. Leaning against the safety of her door, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the bonded woman who had no feet to run.

Muse 16: Anticipation 911

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Pick up the phone.

It has rung over forty six times, over forty six seconds of nothing but pure tonal notes that mimic the foreshadowing caw of the deadly crow calling out to the new foreboding, mournful sunrise. Pick it up... but the fear runs in the veins like shards of miniature icicles, daringly traveling and dancing through the blood streams with the cautious knowledge a murderer would have. Pick it up... Pick up the GODDAMN PHONE, because the nauseous bottomless black hole that sucks and tears at your very courage, the turmoil at the pit of your stomach - your gut - will never, never go away.