Hotter girl

She thinks that
she is hotter 
than she is
Which makes her
hotter 
than she was

Hot girl

She thought that
she was hotter 
than she was
Which made her
hotter 
than she was

In the darkness

He pulled the darkness around himself like a blanket.  Embrace it. The voice in his head encouraged him.  Allow it to embrace you. And he did.  He held it and it held him, allowing it rush in to fill the void with nothingness.  In the darkness he was free.  Free from judgment.  Free from doubt.  Free to be.

Everything was hidden by the darkness – good and bad.  But when there was more bad than good, the emptiness felt like an improvement.  It wasn’t empty, he reminded himself, breathing in the damp, metallic air.  The darkness was solid.  It wasn’t nothing, therefore it had to be something.  

In the freedom of obscurity, he allowed his power to manifest.  He stalked forward like a feline predator, feeling a hidden strength awaken and course through his body.  The power he felt was not raw strength, but graceful and intelligent.  He was not a club-wielding ogre, but hybrid of a knife-throwing rogue and a cunning sorcerer.  

When the wind blew it no longer felt like it was moving around him, but that he was moving through it. He was suddenly the center of the universe, and it was a staggeringly different perspective.  He released the shadows and they fluttered behind him as he advanced.  Energy crackled between his outstretched fingers and tickled his spine. 

Once a year when the veil was weakest, he could call on this power.  One degree of this celestial cycle where he was truly himself; when both of his halves could join together and revel in their conjoined glory.  A smile tugged at his lips as he watched the other creatures scatter before him.  Some would serve.  Many would flee.  Few would fight.  For those few he gathered his strength.  When the time came he would channel his power and arise victorious.  

An unnatural orange glow distracted him, illuminating a ripe target.  He surged forward, preparing to collect the spoils of conquest.  With a charged fist he battered down the door and demanded his tribute.

“Trick or treat!”