Disclaimer: (In an alternate reality, where I DID buy off the lawyers...) I guess the change in my pocket was just enough, now you're like - "Forget yooou." Said if you was richer, Jareth'd be with ya, so forget yooou.
(Yup. Still a dork.)
So, I saw this week's song title, and I nearly peed myself. I was so excited for this one that when I started writing, so many ideas grabbed hold of my brain and started playing tug-o-war that I had to do more than one... and these are the top two. :)
Week 3: I Would Be Your Slave
She had blocked him. He was banned from her, cast out by her words, shielded by the rules of his own game.
Except for her dreams.
He only walked her mind when she slept in peace. He needed her calmness, her tranquility, to slip through the cracks in her armor. She had begun to unease herself before sleep, stirring up nightmares and depriving herself of restful, necessary slumber …
But tonight she'd failed.
He was the most beautiful dream she'd ever had, sweeter than wine and just as intoxicating. Open up your heart to me, Sarah… Let me be your slave.
I've stumbled, fallen on rough roads and scraped my knees. Other times, I glide, ethereal and untouchable, loved and desired. I am holding a crystal, and it burns with excitement. He watches me, I know he does – I feel him in my bones, my blood, my mind.
But not my heart.
No one knows my heart. Starving and aching and dying, suffocating on a life too empty for living. Will he understand? Will he see all I am? Will he know I cannot have a slave and still be free, that I cannot simply be his?
The crystal glows…