dove earrings

totem of the bear

my name is unspoken
but I stay on tongues

I am a pillar of strength
not even the wolf

attempts to challenge
my paw without a pack

shamans have conjured
medicene men have bottled

my essence to inspire
to heal those broken

I have always led
I always protect

many times I’ve stumbled
across the paths of the ill

those gripping the edge
those haunted grey eyes

I’ve lost count of the reverences
the blessings returned

one in particular stays with
me, even the gods have thoughts

that consume them, both victories
and wounds of judgement

he laid bleeding on the road
mind twisted by packs of

the consuming grey snarls
his sands escaping thin

I dove through his ears
pawed to his lobe plains

dismembering howls
cut short by calming palms

his mind at ease I ran through
his veins regenerating tissue

mending his broken bones
lapping the pieces of his soul

I left him through the pores
of his chest and once he

saw me reappear, he leapt
onto my back in tears

and I carried him home

anonymous asked:

In the light, her shadow smiled.

Plenty of loud, violent, unwelcome things had roused Danny from his sleep since he first got his ghost powers, but Johnny Thirteen’s bike crashing through the back wall of his kitchen was certainly a new one.

Danny phased through the ceiling, fists glowing, and let the tension in his body drain away with confusion at the sight. A chunk had been taken out of the wall, two feet left of the stove and four feet in diameter. Cold air bled through the opening, and the Fentons’ microwave hung by only a few wires. It swung gently with the wind, fizzling and spurting. 

Danny traced the path of destruction across the room, to the bike lying on its side, half-dug into the next wall. Its back tire spun absently. The handlebars were bent beyond repair. One leg from the decimated table rotated squeakily in its spokes. 

“Johnny!” Danny shouted. He could hear fumbling from upstairs, which meant his parents were on their way. 

The biker scrambled forward from the hole in the wall, greasy head shining with sweat, hands thrown into the air. “Look man it wasn’t my idea!” he blubbered. His wide eyes watched Danny. He didn’t blink.

“What did you do to my house?!” Danny readied the beam of ecto-energy pooling in his hand.

“Nononono it’s not like that! Look okay Kitty was still kind pissed about you guys frying her body, and like I didn’t think she—like seriously once I realized I was like ‘No babe we can’t.’ I was arguing for you dude! I even crashed by bike trying to sto—and I love that bike! It’s all ruined! You owe me dude!”

“Why the hell wo—” Danny stopped as footsteps beat down the stairs. He flipped invisible, and Johnny took his chance to flee back into the darkness. 

Jack and Maddie appeared at the kitchen door. Maddie clenched a bat, Jack held an entire chair. The two surveyed the kitchen damage. 

“They made a run for it!” and Jack sprinted out the kitchen hole. Maddie followed him, though she had the courtesy to use the back door. 

When Danny reappeared, he let out a frustrated shout. Johnny was gone. Silence beat down on him; even the bike’s wheel had stopped spinning. Danny made to follow his parents out the door when a faint moan reached his ears. 

He dove into the rubble and blanched at the sight of Sam pushing dusty drywall off her body. She coughed, groaned, and looked up to meet Danny’s eyes. 


“This is what I get for being friends with you.” She pushed herself to her feet and dusted off her nightgown. Danny breathed a sigh of relief. She bore a few scratches on her exposed arms, but she was in tact. “I get woken up at three am by stab-happy ghost bikers and their girlfriends.”

Danny helped her step out of the rubble and stared out into the darkness. He heard the faint shouts of his father crying, “There he is, Hon! Hit him with the Fenton Anti-creep Stick!

“Phase out of there, you idiot,” Danny mumbled. 

“Huh?” Sam answered.

“Nothing.” Danny shook his head, looking her up and down. “Johnny is about to get his head beaten in with the Fenton Bat.”

“Can’t he phase outta there?”

“That’s what I—” Danny pursed his lips. “Well unless he doesn’t have his shadow.”

Sam shrugged. “Was Kitty here? I wouldn’t mind watching your parents throttle her.”

“No, she wasn’t actually.” Danny listened to distant thuds and whaps reverberate in the cold night air. “What’d they want with you anyway?”

“Revenge, from what I gather.” Sam’s face soured. “I woke up to Kitty holding a knife to my throat, and I swear I felt her—” Sam frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know what exactly. Johnny apparently wasn’t so on board with killing me, yanked me onto his bike. Things get fuzzy after that. Next thing I know I’m lying under fifty pounds of drywall.”

Danny nodded numbly. He’d lost interest in the noises bursting from the darkness. He only stared, dry-mouthed, at Sam. “She was trying to kill you?”

Sam laughed and elbowed Danny. “I’d have torn her head off and jammed her piece-wise into the thermos. Don’t worry about me.”

Danny nodded and stared at her silhouetted by the hole in the wall. There must have been a floodlight on outside, judging by the faint glow that ringed her head.

“Come on, it’s freezing.” Sam moved further into the house and rubbed her arms. “Let’s not stand on all the broken glass in thirty degree weather.”

"Yeah….O-oh yeah, yeah of course.” Danny nodded. He only just noticed Sam’s bare feet, white with cold. “Come on, I’ll get you a blanket.”

Danny whizzed upstairs. Sam followed on foot, stepping across harshly-lit linoleum. The fluorescent lighting above drowned her whole body in brightness.

In the light, her shadow smiled.