Bone Lady

Bone Lady. Pippa Gray If you have come for romance, please leave. Follow the fireflies and they will lead you back through the woods, to your manmade path. There is no sweetness or solace here. I am a thunderstorm, a fierce force of nature. My heart is a patchwork quilt of tattered skins, Hand stitched with lengths of bloodied sinew. I shall decline your perfumes and silken robes. For I have my bones. I throw them upon my thighs and listen as they whisper of your future. The dark to come, Creeping in through the corners, from all directions, To disturb the parts of you, that you refuse to examine. As for necklaces or gold I have no time for tin trinkets. My jewels are mustika pearls, Dug with my hands from the corpses of snakes and foals, from red fox remains and oak tree roots. As I roll them in my palm, their spirits share secrets such as you'll never know. There's no polite conversation in this space. Tell me of your descent into madness, Where your mind wandered through worlds not known in your pleasant awareness. Where your limbs were torn apart by winged shadow creatures, Who devoured your flesh. Do not ask to stay the night. For salamanders sleep with me, Gliding through the embers of the fire, caressing my skin with their warm licking tongues. And my journeys to the other worlds are not to be disturbed by lonely, snoring men. I am not to be rescued or conquered. For I am vast, unchained... Indeed, freer than you could ever hope to be! You there, shrinking, stinking in your self imposed conformity, while you weep at night for the lost parts of your soul. They flew, my friend! To be with the talking swans in the faery glen, Where they could live the life that they deserved... I spoke with them in the lowerworld! And they do not wish to be returned to you anytime soon! So leave quickly while you can. Return to the old sprung bed where you were born, Before you are forever changed by the reflection in my eyes. For once awoken, You can never sleep soundly again.