The night of the Valkyries

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The shadows appear between the walls, blowing the dream out of laziness. The night of the Valkyries grows like a pernicious delirium. The barefooted witches ruin the heart shaking in a crazy dance, fill the veins with potions, saturate the brain with inexplicable joy. Amazing beauties, do not see that I am humble, I have been flying on the broom for a long time, take me to your coven! Above the silence of the windows, my ghost is woven by an enigma. I submerge in my savage gaze the world wrapped in a riddle. Throwing the moon over the forest, I play the hymn on the trumpet together with a goblin for the restless and lonely souls who are near or far from me. All my sorrows are blown away in the desert of quiet streets. My image dressed only in shame flies over the pattern of branches without leaves, the crossroads, the traffic lights, the hidden cells behind the curtains and the islands of living faith surrounded in the stench of insensibility and sulfur. I will have a little more fun, grabbing the demons by the horns. I will release the lust from captivity.  I will set the fire of hell. Enchantresses, ambassadors of devilish thoughts, I am spending all night with you, flying in my cauldron, not judged and inaccessible.


Submitted: January 16, 2019

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