Viking Girl Scribbles

Spin spindle, spin. I whisper magic, make the thread strong. Bind him with sorcery. Weaving lust, spinning desire. Colouring the yarn the shade of my eyes. A cloak for his broad shoulders. Protecting him from the storm. Reminding him of my heat. Return, return, return to me.

the first bead your eyes were bottomless wells where coins and unfulfilled dreams slowly drowned beautiful lies about eternity spellbound me the second bead of your hands my words are not enough though my skin that tells of how they wandered night after night over naked skin   the third bead in your arms the maps of my country were redesigned virgin land broken into pieces and my eyes’ waterfall drowned the earth gave birth to deluge the fourth bead we let our words become swords slash the air between us two and cutting all promises the shiny scars on my hands prevent me from signing the peace treaty the fifth bead your love is like the ocean infinitely beautiful fatal and unpardonable shipwrecked, without sight of land the sixth bead you dug a hole in my chest removed what you found and kept it lost it being heartless you know not the difference

I was sitting in my boyfriend’s car, and I was so very bored. Which was nothing new, it was how I usually spent my Saturday nights. He and his friends would all meet up in the town square, talk and laugh and smoke, take laps around the center of town when the cops drove by one time too many and play loud music from their custom made car stereos. There were a couple of girls there too, some of them were girlfriends like me, others were what I called roadkill, girls willing to let a guy cop a feel for a night riding in his car.  Part of my job as Simon’s girlfriend was to ride shotgun, keep my mouth shut and let him put his arm around me when he wanted to show me off. Don’t get me wrong. I really liked him and he was very good looking. His brown hair was always in need of a cut, which was kinda cute, his jeans were always hanging low enough for them to look cool and he filled out his white t-shirts just fine.  When I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over his shoulders and arms I