Okay. so this is her story. Read it. know it. live it. understand it. BE it.

part I

this is a tale of love.
there was once two witches; one lived in desert, the other in mountain.
many years passed and filled the basin of heart with lonliness and
deprivation. for the two of them, nothing could be worse!
the desert witch Flower was powerful in the ways of projection and could
move objects with only a thought! such was her fate. the mountain witch
Melon, was world-weary, a skilled fighter, and could bless or curse those
that she met, granted they were less powerful than her.
Now it came to pass that Melon began to have strange dreams of blood and
love beyond all time...she went searching for a sister-soul she had
glimpsed briefly in trance, and lo and behold, she came across Flower.
and love bloomed the daze away!
only Flower began to irritate Melon to no end, hiding it seemed a large
piece of the great puzzle Melon so desired to solve, for that was the key
to her past and future.
Flower then said " i am you! you are not you, you are a spec of dust on
the astral winds..."
this really pissed Melon off, so she, being wary of her new love's
formidable powers decided to play along to see what Flower could have to
hide.
and oh! did Flower ever relish Melon's retreat into humbleness. so much,
in fact, that she decided to milk this scene and got very arrogant.
Melon laughed at Flower and thought "how silly of me to have believed she
was me!" and told Flower: you are a twit and would do well to stay out of
my way before i kick your @$$.

part II

Melon became distraught. "i have lost my only tie that binds me to these
dreams..." she went into deep meditation, searching for some link in the
chain of events called destynee.
she searched the scrolls of ancient prophecies, and walked the mountains'
many trails and streams and asked the petal-strewn unicorns if they knew
of
Flower's power.
of course, no one knew what the f**k she was talking about, so they all
laughed and called her insane...
that did little to sway Melon, because Flower had set her familiar to spy
on
Melon, a discusting little creature, a furry and insectile dragon. (Flower
described him as "cute and fuzzy"!?!) she told them, "i'm not crazy you
jerks! you cannot see her son she has set on me?? he's right he--" only by
that time the ugly little lizard would have made himself invisible.
after many Phases of this Melon decided to keep her habits hidden, telling
only her closest of kin some of the dark thoughts that constantly bubbled
up
in her brain. she often sought comfort in her own beast--a beautiful blond
and fawn-eyed gargoyle. (gargoyles are a lot like dogs you know;) he would
tell her many things about her own emotions, as gargoyles mostly reflect
the
output of feeling from their people.
what he told her was that she was still lonely.
fighting always! o yes, she thought it would certainly come to that. but
who
would take her side? who would know the secret of her destynee?
a face, some dark eye of love she sees inside...but tears would blur the
features, rendering In-sight useless.
for all this pain, she did gain some sort of comfort: an understanding of
the universe and fate, tho she could not view her own.
SLAM SLAM she HAMMERED at the chains that held her spirit down, but the
three giant ties were unforgiving. especiallt guilt. uncomfortable in her
skin, and plagued by tiny invisible flies, Melon was forced to stop
bludgeoning her binds and contented to pick at them with mild discust at
herself. (obviously these chains were not of third density, and she was
free
to roam her angry little world...)
she laughed and danced with shadows and sang to her Elders and wondered
where the hell they were. surely one of them could help!
and him! o those eyes of love would haunt her days and nights. if only she
could brush aside the veil and see if they remained.

part III

i am rising
slowly peeling layers off my skin
border on euphoria
or something next of kin
i am writhing
in the dirt and empty of my past
wanting wishing wait to breath
in something that will last
i am fighting
killing bleeding out my pain for you
shunning smashing up the mirrors
trying something new
i am patient
lie in wait for destiny unseen
for what i am in you
and all the bloody things i've been

part IV

"Let your body seep into ground: your light is free to roam..."
white shards and red growth is my light.
"Fly up through the roof, high, high, slice the clouds...you are ther in
you."
the abyss enfolds with gentle fire.
"Do you see the planets calling?"
not there...
"Visit them..."
red dust. no, not now!
What does it look like? Are there moun--"
--tains, yes, huge crimson plane and rising above deep cut, Olympus. she
stands and scans for the army. *love?* no, they are not seen, but they
watch they wait. *they're coming!* she holds a sword sharpened by blood.
*shouldn't you love?* and she is eager to spill more. *love!*
"This is your planet..."
no! never mine, someone else...
BABY ARE YOU THERE? *yes*
pleaseohpleaseohplease let something be good here *you are good* something
beautiful...
but only red mars answers.

waking shaking, Melon opened her eyes to dark grid.
no, a wall of boxes...
"Welcome back."
"i dreamed of mars..." Melon wiped at tears. red? no clear and salty and
normal.
"O...you have been there before?"
"...i think..." many times? once long ago...
"Remeber you are in control."

"wha?"
wowee. Melon had thought those crazy dreamindreams only happened in
stories.
"shid..." horizontal slats of light and dark played on her face, her bed.
>he brought a hand up for closer inspection. nope, no bugs. wonderful.
things were looking up.
"hey sweetheart, what's shakin?"...there came the familiar *tic* of air
contracting in wood that was her watcher's answer.
"o.k. new friend, time to take a hot one so YOU stay here."
i wonder if he actually stays, she thought as she entered the small and
filthy bathroom.
peeling clothes like onion skin, take time to hold your breath...hmm chilly
this fine and noisy morning. damn! don't look at that mirror...objects of
cruel and unusual punishment them things are. like some sorta horrible
parallel dimention...lookee here lady spyder, why don't you climb up on
this pretty little finger cause things are gonna get real wet...k, get
off...NOW...what IS that smell? some rat no doubt...perhaps he is caught in
this knob cause it ain't...giving...no way i'm taking a cold--ah, there we
go.
such idle thoughts this morning.
how do i tell thee, let me count the ways...
1.i am you, your love your hate...
2.sometimes the want to kill you overwhelms
3.but i've grown to sweet to bear that bitter fruit
4.of course there are exeptions to every rule
5.i do love you. i just might seriously hurt you is all...
three souls. three lives. what will come of this?
*oh, but there are more than three in this painting...do you know who they
are?*
no. but maybe if YOU OR THEY WOULD SPEAK THE F**K UP I WOULD!! dummy...o,
and i love you too...
here boy, come and get your good time girl.
why does everyone lie to me?
i will see this through, i will find my way home.


so dear reader, we come to the end of this story. o, there is more to tell,
but i am way to lazy to write it down. the moral of this story is: life sux
cause you never figure out why no one gets that there is no meaning other
than loooove. *warm and fuzzy feelings to all* and justice...so the two may
not always coincide but no one ever said life is not hypocricy now did
they? stay tuned for Melon Gets a LIFE, by mallory prox.

That's all for now. come back later for more.