antarctica smells like feet

If you are currently in Antarctica, or know someone who is, please leave a Comment or direct your Antarctic friend to my blog. In 3 years I've "pinged" on every continent but the one at the bottom of the world.

The Puzzle First Pieces

Darkness grabbed at the hem of His cloak, drawing it close to His lean frame. The cold wind wicked away His dwindling heat. Heat left from the Great Explosion from which all This was spawned.

Darkness grinned long and toothy, His tongue flicked across the smooth line of His teeth stopping when it snagged on His sharpened canines. Taste of iron, fleeting. The tiny stream of Life closed upon itself.

Darkness felt the aching echo of Pleasure in His thighs. Had He held them tensed all this Time? Since He joined with the Light and all This was made? Now He relaxed, the Pleasure seemed to bounce lightly before it faded away.

Darkness touched me at the halfway of my Forever. Stopped my Heart and Breathing as I slept. Dreamless, my Death dangled above me. Thoughtless, I lay as inactive as the Table beneath me. Voiceless, I could have passed without a Sound.

Darkness giggled as He loosed His grip from my Heart - my deepest Insides. Catching my own Breath, I shuddered as He laughed.

Darkness' Eyes met mine - Forever now Half-Over - flashed a Smile all Teeth and Open Mouth. "Double Dare Ya!" Darkness rasped as His Laughter broke to Coughing, He Laughed 'til Snorting, Slapped His Thighs and Spat - now finished.

Darkness left a Shadow on me - blackened Stain of Smoke and Ash. Scar that Split me, slowly Healing - hurts to Laugh now, aches to Breathe.

The Puzzle's Prequel

The story I wish I could tell you would be filled with a bright light that knew my name. 

The story I wish I could tell you would have familiar faces, gone before.

The story I wish I could tell you would be a misty vision of my body below as I floated above.

The story I wish I could tell you would recall my mother's sweet voice reading to me through a fog.

The story I wish I could tell you would be a galaxy of stars where I weightlessly wandered.

The story I wish I could tell you would have Him reaching for me and calling me Beloved.

The story I wish I could tell you might be a frightful place filled with the screams of the Lost. 

The story I wish I could tell you might crackle and spit with unquenchable fire.

The story I wish I could tell you would be a dark room forever alone.

The story I wish I could tell you would be a place, any place at all for me.

The story I wish I could tell you would have me being...

The story I am left with held no dreams, no torment, no fear.

Nothing experienced with no one there.

That's even wrong.

There was no "there" to hold anyone, anything, any feeling, any darkness.

Peace? Perhaps. But who would know?