Tag: boneyard
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Ask Keri: What Are You Talking About?
A “not rude at all” Anon asked: “I get lost in your blog posts for hours but I must admit I thought I’d pick it up by now and have not – what exactly are you talking about? That seems so much ruder than I intend, honestly your blog is one of my favourites but…
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Contradictions
“Because you’ve become someone distinct to me. Maybe I’ve gotten used to you. I’m certainly not afraid of you anymore.” The burdens were gone and a sudden tiredness was pulling me deeper. “Because there’s ‘Ravenwoman’ the role, and ‘Ravenwoman’ the person. And even though you’re still quite the snide bitch, you’re not that bad a…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-13.02
Up too damn early for a Saturday. Went back to bed to steal a moment more of sleep. I’m walking around a crowded place. So many people. Whispers and murmurs fill the spaces in between. Bright colors clash against the smothering grey of enveloping shadows. Everyone is adorned for Los Dios De Los Muertos. Including…
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Ask Keri: Jealousy got your skull?
An attentive Anon called me out and said: “At the bone temple you was mad at the priestess for the skull staff, but on your twitter you was whining about not having skulls of your own. Jealous, sour grapes, or hypocrite?”
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The Unquenchable Decision
“You’ve started some shit, you know.” I was helpless before her, and there was not a raven in sight. She picked up my defenseless form and placed me onto a nearby cold pyre. Humming contentedly to herself, she arranged more bones over me, nearly covering me completely. “There. You know what to do now. You…
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Ask Keri: Return to the Boneyard?
Anon inquired: “Now that you have your own corner of the Boneyard, have you been back on your own?”
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Boneyard Mysteries
I wipe my hands to prepare to call the Purging Fire when I note I have become bloodsoaked from the fresh bones. My hands, arms, and body from chest down, is covered in never-drying blood. That’s okay. I know what to do. 1,859 words
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Dream Journal: 2012-09-02.01
Notes: Ravenwoman pulled me into the Boneyard. We had words. She commanded the ravens to tear me apart. I chose not to fight them but to allow them to do as they willed. One of the largest perched on me and did nothing else. More words. I saw something in a nearby pyre and understood…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-31.02
So, it finally sunk in what y’all readers have known since No Man showed me my bones were on fire. It took a hideous hot flash that didn’t feel like a hot flash, while standing directly under an air conditioning vent for me for the truth to sink past all my Uncomfortable Thought defenses and…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-31.01
I was walking up the steps to a temple hewn from stone. Every possible surface had skulls sitting there. Human skulls, everywhere. I stood at the top of the stairs, surrounded by human skulls, watching the Petitioner approach. I was watching her with disdain and disgust. How dare she come here! She who sees yet…