De Anima

The Recurring Disenchantments of the Virtual Anomalies

During my time there, I witnessed the virtual anomalies that would squat among the thickets of the bush, binding themselves to the phantom appendages of deficient passersby.

The hosts were usually of a vacuous effusion, leaving the vectors unfulfilled and disillusioned under the mirage of love's embrace.

All the while I watched, from the shade, in quiet ambivalence.

Some creatures never learn.

A Holy Promise Written In the Ink of Her Womb

Vis-à-vis they stood, immersed in the secrecy of the voyeuristic night's embrace–The Dragon Master and the governess of his heart–the one they called Lasciva Libido.

At last the tension was released as she opened the gates of the city and ushered the silence out as she spoke thus:

"A Holy Promise I have written in the Ink of my womb upon a parchment of Kotex. A Holy Promise that, if broken, reeks of consequence as pungent as the Vampyre's feast I have thus shed."

"DO NOT break this Promise", she admonished.

The Dragon Master retorted:

"Verily, I say unto you, I have tasted the sweetness of your cherry delights, and I suckle upon your seed. And what of your slender stem you ask? HA. My tongue will meticulously explore the path of its line and shape, touring and twirling its possibilities–twisted geometries that will yield enchantments for our insatiable appetites."

She smiled with wanton pleasure, as He continued His verbal provocations:

"Your cunt is my spermal mausoleum. May I rest in peace in your womb tomb. All HAIL Lasciva Libido!!"

 

A flash fiction collaboration with: @Its.Cherry.Sister

The Consummate Lover

She sat on her throne abreast of My memory, not as My aristocratic subordinate, but as My vital accomplice.

Romance, sensuality, tenderness were of no significance to us, for we were assassins of the meek and mild.

Our daggers lay concealed, as we walked alongside the docile and domesticated with murderous intent.

We found satisfaction in eradication.

Eradication of surplus meat.

Eradication of rotting ideas.

Every meeting, our love was consummated in the blood of others, and it brought crooked, cruel smiles to our feral faces.

Phantasmagorias of a Cerasus Empress

As I approached the city's gates on horseback, I could see the antlered heads of decapitated gazelles blooming in the hillsides.

Thickets of anonymous, outstretched arms distended from the soil, creating the occasional embolus on My path. They reached for the multi-colored mysteries on her body–mysteries that were known only to the hedonism of the night, and My tongue.

 

Conduit to the Soul

I arrived at a fork in the road, and paused while I contemplated My course of direction. In that flickering moment, My consciousness became the conduit to My soul.

I was present of mind, present of spirit, and I awakened to a latent dimension of attention and focus–artillery that detonated and thundered across the cryptic terrain of My cognition.

I focused My attention upon the opaqueness of My thoughts, marched upon the gates of self-overcoming, and besieged the citadel of My mind. 

Traversing the Labyrinth of My Psyche's Embrace

As I walked, I could feel the sticky residue of its vagueness adhere itself to the embryonic sprouts of hair that were germinating atop My exposed head.

The nymphets that frolicked in the cloak of its azure buttermilk mist looked on in awe as I ignored their fleshed enticements–I was a new metaphysical being that traversed the labyrinth of My psyche's embrace, with purpose.

Wading Through the Miasma of The Ancient Smaze

The Ancient Smaze that had been the miasma of so many in Our realm, enshrouded everything in Its dominion. None in Its path was spared Its muddle. But I was restless, and had cultivated survival techniques to walk deliberately, through the dread and gloom of Its obscurity.

At times, I would stop and feel for the outstretched tentacles of nearby dead trees to reorient My physical and spiritual bearing. A cluster of timbered sherpa corpses helped Me along the path toward My next destination, and I never wavered in deliberateness of step.

A Grim Realization of a Psychological Confinement

Freshly released into the wildwoods of My new life, all I could do was sit meekly next to the sadistic cage that had deprived My vigor for all those months. I was like some domesticated tiger that had lost its pounce.

I looked in all directions from My docile position, and spotted her off into the distance, but she was no longer looking in My direction. Her penetrating gaze was engrossed on her new prey, and she was stalking quietly, patiently, with sinister intentions.

I inhaled the crisp air, feeling the buoyancy of fresh breath in My chest–not the stale kind that had cemented My lungs for so long. Although I was free to go, I still found Myself psychologically confined to My diagnoses.

As I sat there, cursing My will under the ambivalence of night, I could hear rustling noises in the bushes–it was feeding time for her, and someone was getting theirs. 

Remission!

As I type this, my thoughts are scrambled, and my typing fingers are confused and unsure what they're doing, but that's ok, because I'm alive, and for the foreseeable future, I will continue to be...hopefully.

So, I had a very important medical appointment today–my oncologist informed me that my cancer's now in remission, and that's great news, but as is most things in life, it's a little more complicated than that.

The thing is, I still have a residual mass (tumor) in my chest cavity, but it's considerably smaller than it was when I first started chemotherapy (it's no longer harassing my lungs and heart), and based from my PET scan results, it's inactive (dead).

My oncologist hopes that it'll continue to reduce in size over the next few months as the chemo drugs continue to work their magic. She'll be closely monitoring me for the next 2 years, up until year 5, where the likelihood of relapse is said to be very low.

So to recap, my cancer is theoretically dead, but it can always come back without warning (especially the aggressive kind I have), so I'm not necessarily in the clear. BUT, I now have a lot more peace of mind, and can start to breath a little easier.

I know this is such a cliche, but I really DO feel like I have a new lease on life. I feel tremendously grateful to be alive, and I'm going to start attacking life with so much more vigor and passion. I should be dead, but I'm not, and that's such a sobering feeling.

For all of you who've reached out to me in the past few months and expressed your well wishes, I thank you fully from the bottom of my heart. I've been humbled from this entire experience, and just want to marinate in the simple joys that life has to offer.

If you're in the LA area, and want to have a beer with me to celebrate sometime, DM me. Let's celebrate being alive together, one pint at a time. ¡Salud!