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Hey 🙂

So sorry I haven’t been posting, work has been crazy but I’m BACK with a BANG 🙂 Hope you enjoy the reading coming your way.

For now here is a little word play to set the tone for the new month

Yours truly,

A Kink with a Pen

Loki {Part Three}

As his teeth sunk deeper into my flesh and his counterpart proceeded to release me from my skin, I saw her eyes shine golden as the sun. Her hair as wild as its rays. Her movement as swift as the evening winds that passed through our lands every day.

It was she, Loki, the ancestral spirit protector.

Very few had seen her, and even fewer had been in her presence. Loki, some would say, was a myth, while the older children believed it was a meager scare tactic used by the elders but not me.

I believed in her because I saw her once when I went to fetch water. I saw her once reflected behind me from the water which we drink and I knew from that day that she was more than a simple old wives tale.

She leapt and pounced on the Hyenas that threatened to devour me and my family to nothing.

She ripped them apart and her paws dug into their backs and as she finished off the last one I realized that Loki was I.

The Hyenas {Part Two}

I had resigned myself to death.

The earth that was our grave would become our final resting place. The earth where me and my siblings played about with clay and mama would clean the hut and fetch water with her friends would be our final resting place.

But as I closed my eyes ready to leave this plane, I felt it before I saw its face.

It pierced my foot with such intensity the pain woke me up from my slumber.

It gripped tight, much tighter then when mama would grab me to give me a beaten before bed. These were teeth is what I could gather in my incoherent state. Teeth much different from when Adeben, my brother, bite into my flesh that day I beat him swimming across the lake.

This felt like that except I felt evil instead.

I cleaned my eyes the best I could and strained to see the animal that dragged me to my death. From the laughter and snickering I heard from the east and west, I realized it was the hyenas that played along the forbidden path in May.