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She was deranged, James! That’s why your father had her committed to Bedlam. To protect you. To save your life, son.
Desperate for your death! It took three men to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting, dragged from the river howling and screaming.


Be very, very careful now. 

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Do you know she took you down to the river to drown you? Carried you across the foreshore. A tiny baby in her arms. Innocent and sweet. She waded in. Held you under, until the bubbles stopped! She was deranged, James! That’s why your father had her committed to Bedlam. To protect you. To save your life, son. Desperate for your death! It took three men to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting, dragged from the river howling and screaming.  She wanted you dead, James.

One.
You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages, prepare the rosaries.

Two.
When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither be too charming nor too handsome, not thunder, not polish -

Three.
The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch your hips, study whatever ample you have, will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.

Four.
He will call you miracle. Your face will unravel. This is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.

Five.
When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes when he offers. Gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit. Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite, or coy. Take.

Six.
When the minions call you whore, nod.

Seven.
He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your thickened fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.

Eight.
When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the walls, howling, his face a river… close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.

Nine.
When he explains that he cannot love. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek, the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile, feed him, wash his hair.

Ten.
He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.

Eleven.
In the dry burn of dawn, after the last of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet, remember the night you loved him, the ember of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.

Twelve.
You were made for this.

‘Lessons on Loving a Prophet’ by Jeanann Verlee

LESSONS ON LOVING A PROPHET

by Jeanann Verlee

1. You know how this ends
There is nothing you can do to change it,
so make peace with it now. Ready your hands
for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages,
prepare the rosaries.

2. When you meet him, (outside the grocery,
along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass),
you will not know what he is. He will be neither
too charming, nor too handsome. Not thunder, not polish.

3. The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill
your name. He will repeat. And repeat.
He will not touch you. He will watch your hips.
Study whatever ample you have. Will ask
to watch you dance. When you turn to leave,
he will use your name like a choke chain.

4. He will call you miracle. Your face
will unravel. This is his magic.
When he begs you promise, say yes.

5. When he offers his lips, take them. Take his
arms, his throat, take his toes. When he offers,
gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit.
Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite
or coy.         Take.

6. When the minions call you whore, nod.

7. He will tell you of the others.
How they went crazy in their sleep,
awaiting his return. Do not flinch.
Do not doubt your thickened fingertips.
Stand upright. You promised.

8. When you find him in his room
thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms
into the walls, howling,
his face, a river—close the door.
This is how he makes wine.
Leave him to his sorcery.

9. When he explains how he cannot love you,
that he will never be yours alone, when he tells
how the meek and the gluttons, the tempted, the proud
are his angels—do not mourn. Smile.
Feed him. Wash his hair.

10. He is a king among thieves.
The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows,
reduce him to bones. His own heart
will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready
with tourniquet and prayer.

11. In the dry burn of dawn, after the last
of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle,
when his limp body is laid at your feet,
remember the night he loved you. The ember
of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.

12. You were made for this.

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A small shedding party!

Plus, one that may or may not be getting ready for a shed cycle.  Howl is looking much darker than usual and his usually purpley saddles look rather brown.  My hunch should be proven wrong or correct within the week.

LIFE GOALS:

• Date a boy

• date a goth boy

• date a boy with dyed hair

• date an elf(preferably Legolas)

• date a wizard (preferably Severus)

• date a son of Hermes

• date a werewolf

• date a pirate (preferably Jack Sparrow)
Jack sparrow: CAPTAIN jack sparrow!

• date a shadow hunter (preferably Jace)

• date a vampire (eh.)

• date a consulting detective (preferably Sherlock)

• date a young criminal genius (preferably Artemis Fowl)

• date a different wizard (preferably howl)

• Marry a river (preferably Haku(look it up))

Red wolf howl. _ Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge, NC. _ ♥ _

Loup rouge ou loup roux _ Red wolf or Florida wolf or Mississippi Valley wolf _ (Canis rufus) _ Le plus rare de tous les Canidés - Canidae, car gravement menacé d'extinction.

U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Headquarters _ (CC BY 2.0) _ Fli

Prc

i wish i had any idea what i was thinking when i apparently woke up just long enough to type this last night

the tides came in around 3:30 out the east window, and sometimes, the train howled across the river at the same time.

Lessons on Loving a Prophet - Jeanann Verlee

For Kasturba Gandhi and Coretta Scott King.

1. You know how this ends. There nothing you can do to change it so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages. Prepare the rosaries.

2. When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither too charming, nor too handsome. Not thunder. Not Polish.

3. The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat, and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch you hips, study whatever ample you have; will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.

4. He will call you “miracle”. Your face will unravel, this is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.

5. When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes. When he offers, gorge. Swallow everything whole, gag, vomit, swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite or coy. Take.

6. When the minions call you whore, nod.

7. He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your fickend fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.

8. When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the wall, howling. His face a river. Close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.

9. When he explains that the cannot love you. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek and the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile. Feed him. Wash his hair.

10. He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin. The crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.

11. In the dry burn of dawn. After the last of the lashes, the thorn and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet. Remember the night he loved you. The ember of his eyes, and the way the words came like honey.

12. You were made for this.