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Hooked On A Feeling 
by Kendra Smart  

Take me home tonight. I promise you need me, isn’t there a special space you would want to place me? Wouldn’t I just fill that space on the counter in the bathroom, or what about that spot you just cleared away on your dresser? You came to this hole in the wall looking for a piece that spoke to you. Can you not hear my cry? My call to you, longtime listener…first time caller. 

Come over here, closer. Give yourself the opportunity to really see me. Up close. Personal. Look at the details in my metal, how long the artisan toiled as the fire made the metal hot and malleable.  Can you tell the care that went into each stroke, the sweat and blood that went into the completed reality that is me? Do you feel the pain that came from my artisan? There was so much she needed to release. 

If your eyes are eagle sharp and your knowledge in metal work decent, you will be able to tell that while yes these beautiful swirls are from the countless hours getting the damascus just right but in some spots the swirls are from her tears as her pain flowed. She released all of it into me and I…I achieved being. 

Formation on more than one level, a creation from the deepest felt despair and desponded nature. I became a Pain Eater and the world became my buffet. 

Give me your woes, lose sight of the real world. Let the grief leave you and become something tangible, a nourishment for me. Feel it but once and then pour it into me. 

From under the heavy and brutal depths, let me help you rise and taste the sun. Live in the warm moments instead of the polarizing arctic depths to which your illusions have taken you to. 

Give yourself to me. Whole or in pieces, take your time. I have as long as it takes. 

Let me in and be mine. Don’t you want to be mine? 

It won’t hurt, that fog that will seep in slowly. Soon it will be as it is, a blanket to cover you. Is it really lost when this is what you wanted?

To forget, to not feel. The complete abandonment of self, those memories that flayed at you now gone. Never to be known or lived through again. Isn’t it such a comfort not feeling those negative things?

I can taste you, like cinnamon gum…spicy but so sweet. Your tears a balm on my incandescent surface, how I have missed the taste that sorrow brings. 

My last owner was so sad, her depression fed me for years as she used me for sugar. So many baking adventures, each one so sweet even with the naturally added sodium. Sustained me until she could no longer give of her essence. 

A dry husk sleeping peacefully amongst the chocolate chips, a flour angel on the flour. 

What will your fate be? 

Fiction © Copyright Kendra Smart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

More from author Kendra Smart:

Just Emotions:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology

A collection of poetry.

‘Just Emotions‘ is exactly as it states, a group of writers who had feelings they wanted to express in poem form. Inside, there are a range of emotions to explore. Each writer has given a bit of themselves to you, each in their own way.

We hope that you enjoy these writings and that among the poems you may find some thing you can identify with or relate to. Thank you for giving us this chance to open the catacombs and share with you.

Available on Amazon!