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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Walking down the alley behind the buildings on Royal street the Mandevilla and Jasmine vines line the sidewalk calming my stressed nerves. The sweet fragrance of the flowers intoxicating my senses. My luggage left behind, I don't need it badly enough to go back. My jacket torn and dirty reminds me of last night with her. The pain in my arm throbbing but the bleeding has stopped. As yet, I am still uncertain as to the exact occurrence of events that unfolded between she and I. At least I made it out, and now the dawn breaking between the buildings brings hope of another day. lost in thought of her like pure white scented flowers her vines entwine me What a fool I am. Thinking I could escape my life and relax for a few days. A trip to The Big Easy, some good food, good music and a good time. Moderately innocent thoughts raced through my mind when I finalized my plans. Blues and Gumbo accompanied by a beautiful new acquaintance for lively conversation and... well... who knows. I booked the flight and 7 days at the Wyndham in the French Quarter counting the hours before I left. the big bird flies south silver wings skim through grey clouds portent of dark night The plane landed at MYS at 9:10 in the morning. I caught an early flight out of D.C. but was refreshed after sleeping most of the way and excited to begin a week of relaxation. It was a short drive from the airport to my hotel in the French Quarter and I arrived just in time for lunch and a bourbon at McAllister's in the hotel. Sitting at the bar I ordered my drink and was pleased to find a lovely young lady appear in the chair next to me. In her sweet Cajun drawl she asked, "Buy a girl a drink, Sweetie?" I gladly agreed and we talked for awhile. She invited me to a party at her house later in the evening. I arrived at dusk and knocked on the door. It opened without a sound. The place was a mess as I walked through looking in each room. No one had lived there for years. When I entered the kitchen I saw rows of jars with chicken heads and what looked like hearts and livers lining the shelves. Crucifixes and pentagrams hung from the walls and ceiling and there she was standing seductively by a table. On her face she wore a mask. Her tight red gown cut low showing the curve of her bulging breasts and the slit up each side teasingly revealing her soft white hips. I would have been extremely turned on if it hadn't been for the knife she held in one hand and the headless bloody chicken that dangled, kicking, from the other. I remember quite snidely but rather playfully saying, "Kinky, but where's the party?" She gazed up at me and slowly started to glide, not walk but glide, toward me. The chicken in her left hand hit the table and left a bloody trail across the surface as her hip passed cleanly through the edge of the wood. In my head I heard her say, "It's just you and me, baby," as she lept forward, knife raised. her petals open twisted stamen are revealed poisoned pollen's taint Instinctively I raised my left arm and the knife blade slid across my jacket cuff cutting through cloth and skin. I tripped as I stepped backward and landed sideways on the filthy floor. Kicking up at the looming figure above me, my foot met only air as it passed through her left thigh. Confused and scared I jumped to my feet and fled through the house, the apparition in close pursuit. The cool dampness of the night struck me when I threw the door open hard enough to hear the wood crack around the hinges. There was no time to hail a taxi so I fled at full run the eight or so blocks back to my hotel, her presence lurking in every shadow. I ran through the lobby ignoring the startled looks and gasps from the groups of patrons traversing the open space, all wearing masks as if attending a masquerade ball. Up the stairs, I ran to the second floor. There she stood waiting, no knife, no blood, just her beautiful smile. "Come," she said, motioning to me with her curled finger. I moved away toward the sound of laughter and music in the ballroom. When I entered the noise stopped and all eyes turned to me. They parted and gently pushed me toward the center of the room. There, revealed on the floor, was a large pentagram and her waiting for me. I screamed and broke free running as fast as I could, out of the room, down the stairs and through the door. Now, I find myself in this alley headed toward the airport, no taxis in sight. I'll walk all the way if I have to. My mind still playing tricks on me, I see her in every shadow. Wait! What the... a glint of light on metal. Oh God, It's her again!! each thorn drips crimson red rose fades lost in sorrow seeds wait the morrow 01/15/16
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