If you're reading this, you've successfully landed on Earth and will need to follow these instructions to blend in as you procure the precious fuel, Milky Way Bars.

1: Analyze any human that approaches you and claim to have the same "political views" as them. This will greatly enhance your ability to garner their trust.

2: They eat with their mouths. This is nothing to be alarmed by. If you are uncomfortable attempting to absorb nutrients this way, wait until the coast is clear before exposing your frontbutt to feed.

3: If they ask you to "go out for drinks" Do Not Go Out For Drinks. This is a trap. These beverages are not to maintain a consistent hydrated status. Humans act...strange on these foreign elixirs. Politely deny them and say something along the lines of "thank you for offering, however I have work in the morning." Or "I have to go, my child's on fire." These will likely lead to a mutual respect for your decision. And lastly.

4: Do not pet the dogs. This will be tempting as their eyes are undeniable and pure but do not pet,the dogs. They run the planet. Do not inform the humans however as this is our advantage to collecting resources and moving on.

Thank you for your service to the Galactic Mining Empire as we desperately need all the help we can get in these times of drought.

We write for a voice

To sing for the mother who cradles her babe

To cry with the pain of a newborn

To wonder and laugh like children again.

We write so as to never bury

our humanity between sheets of

perfomative division

to understand the crimes you or I

could have would have committed.

We write to defend and honour

The screams of those whose freedom whose love whose lives

were are being will be stolen

We write for the lovers,

for the sisters and brothers and the women

and the wxmen and wimmin and the men and the mxn.

for the whispers of comfort

for the voice of reason

for the delight and amusement of a moment

We write so that the way you looked that night

with the starlight in your eyes

will be recorded and accounted and reminded.

We write for compassion, we write for love

we write for a fight, we write for pain

for anger for rights for justice.

We write to remember,

We write to forget,

We write because we will not go quietly.

I erase every sentence

That I’ve arranged a thousand times

Blank again

The page waits naked

I’m paralyzed in reflection

Incapable of accurate expression

Sentiment fraught with logic and its

Factual digression

My confidence quickly wanes when

I can’t choose the truest words

Terms that say it right

How it is I feel

I simply set out to tell you

How sweetly it is

I love you.

I glare deeply at my friend who giddily ties her hair with her new hair ties.

You okay? she asks like she didn't use her last wish for fucking 99 cent hair ties.

Peachy, I say.

Something wrong? she asks smiling as she ties her blonde locks.

My choice in friends is all. She looks at me dumb-founded. Huh?

I smile, a smile that could make It retreat deep into his sewer never to be seen again.

Of all the things to wish for..money, world peace, end to homelessness and hunger, a private jet even... she chooses hair ties. HAIR TIES. Maybe she should have wished for half a brain, hell a quarter of a brain or an ounce of intelligence; maybe then she wouldn't be this fucking stupid. Has she always been this dumb? Does that make me dumb by association? Oh God...this explains so much.

I could scream, but instead I take a breath. In...1...2...3... Out...1..2..3...Repeat until not homocidal.

Nothing, I say, absolutely nothing at all.

.

She walks slowly in the dark, bare feet against wooden boards. The door wasn’t closed so she snuck in, to watch, to sit and observe a sleeping breath, and a chest rise and fall.

It brought peace to her, the moonlight moving through the clouds and that warm heart in slumber.

Gently, she sits on the mattress, barely on the side. Stroking an arm with an absent mind.

Not completely sure why she was here and not in her room; while those thoughts run through her a wave of sensation hits her. Her hand moving up to her neck, sudden pain in her lungs.

Don’t let it take you, no oxygen under your fears.

For a moment she just sits, frozen to the spot, the only sounds are her short gasps, and as her stare falls down in panic, dark eyes star at her back in the night, a hand catching hers and grabbing on tightly. The pain in her lungs expands whirling around as if hungry for more space, a space that her body couldn’t provide.

The fingers around her hand loosen up and start to glide, dancing in unfamiliar notes.

Tones in the silence, persistent vibration lighter than a hush,

a call without the need of words.

Slowly gazing at the one peacefully laying in the bed, at those soft features that seem to harness so much in their depth. The calm of the ocean with faded stars, long-forgotten storms, and earthquakes on the verge of a break. Melted lava in chocolate pools, flames hiding under a restless skin. These cells scream of tamed passion, yet the lips only whisper softly.

Beware of matches, once lit up it will become eternal.

Her hand escapes, but never leaving those eyes, a moment of in-between a breath, and her hand moves up, thumbs tracing a touch. Fingertips slipping past a wrist and up the arm. A notion so light, that it makes the hair raise with electricity.

Past the elbow and grabbing, digging nails in. Exhale. And gently now. Up the shoulder, make circles on the surface of the waters. Through ripples of time, I taste you. Her hand moves down only to return, this time faster, more ravenous. Hungry. Inhale. She stops and stares into eyes the became the darkest coals in the universe. A voice escapes those lips that she lingers on for so long, as they seem to want to swallow her up.

Don’t stop, dance with me.

Her hand sinks in deeper into a strong shoulder, nails once again sinking into the matter of this flesh that she is so drawn to. Deeply, strongly, without hesitation. Strong pull on a million strings.

Release love, you don’t want to get burned before you could light up. She trambles from that overpowering voice, heated honey on ruthless steel. Together, a delight that speaks of mayhem. Sweet insanity under the moon.

Trace me, learn me.

This beautiful creature calls me, pulls me in. Her fingers glade against the collar bone, the neck, a jaw that speaks of sharpness, but that curves into a softness of a cheek. A hand slips to the back of the neck and grabs the hair at the bottom, pushing the head to the side. Strength, power, ultimate hunger. Deep breaths. Lips settle on a smoothed outline of a neck, they sink in with lightness that sings with tenderness.

I will be both to you. She speaks in an overtaking murmur. Not one or the other, just a galaxy that forgot to breathe. In the cosmos there is cold. In this bed there is you, and that lits a fire under my bones.

You need to keep dancing within me. A hoarse voice whispers, on the edge of insanity covered in sugary syrup.

Dark orbs stare at her as she moves away just inches to inspect her muse. She tries not to sink too deeply into them. She makes herself speak in this quiet room, to the body lying beside her.

Do you want to tell me something, do you want me to stop moving? Those eyes call her as intensely as that voice that she hears next.

Delicious, isn’t it?

What is? She asks, barely breathing, her senses taking over her mind. No straight thought in sight.

To experience me... to experience us?

It burns my tongue.

That must mean you’re doing it right. Those sheets slipt too easy, hand grazing against soft skin. Lines around those thighs build from an instrument. Fingers glade against the harmony of breathless sighs.

I want to play you. Strong hands pull her into the cosmos, lightning faded stars under a moan.

But you already are. My strings are yours, they belong to you.

Silent hands move into a symphony, caressing the deeper tones and sighing with higher vibrations. waist, arms, hands, thighs, nothing is enough... circle back, start over. Use the instrument right. Use it well, sink in. She moves up and stops just inches before eyes that burn without pain.

I want to create music within your cells. And I don’t want to stop.

The universe gazes at her and swallows her oceans. Drinking her tides and filling her up with stars constructed of dark matter that does on hold back, yet waits with dangerous patience. Smoldering that feels so good.

Create me, so I can blaze without fear.

Play me on an endless loop that whispers only of you.

My muse whispers and I am hers.

This night consumes, it has no end. Illuminating fibers of measured souls hold no lies. There is no tomorrow, no morning. Just us at this moment, as soft petals color of your lips, cover my bruises and scars with care.

_____

Yell at the boy

Curse the child's mother

Tell the little one he won't amount to anything

Drink the rent money away

Miss the boy's ball game and go the bar instead

And, the anger that makes you hit the child is the inevitable spinner of the wheel

They'll call

her Aloe~

like a salve

to clear the

eczema

chaffed

in the

exchange

of a long

forgotten

vow

~

#Nameself #Challenge