Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Beautiful Treasure
I’m laying here on the couch, alternating between staring at a poorly decorated Christmas tree and out the window. Nature can’t decide if it wants to rain, freezing rain or snow today. The type of weather that is mildly irritating. The truck is slowly icing up and I know I won’t be able to leave the house for days.
Rage Against the Machine is playing on my phone and that’s because it fits my mood perfectly. As is my normal, I’m partially dressed, wearing a knee-length flowing pink skirt and absolutely nothing else. I can’t bring myself to even pull on a pair of underwear or a tank top.
Instead my gaze moves back to the lights and decorations and my thoughts move on to you. I wonder if I’ve crossed your mind as often as you’ve been in mine.
Some time ago, you took up permanent residence there and I haven’t the heart or will-power to take that space back. Perhaps it’s more of a Portishead day. Do I invade your mind and soul? Can you feel me thinking about you? Do you reach down and stroke yourself during those long hours at work and wish for just one day here with me instead?
I may be imperfect in mind and body and perhaps a bit too self-absorbed and moody as fuck but I AM filled with passion and love and an artist’s heart.
In my mind I’ve recreated you a hundred times in every medium possible. There you are in stained glass and globs of oil paint and thin watercolor and a clay sculpture next to a wood-burned piece of driftwood.
No matter which way I look at you, you are a beautiful treasure in my eyes and sadly misused and taken advantage of and I think I’m the only one who sees the Real you. The potential that’s been buried beneath years of misunderstandings and shallow lovers and selfish people.
I can see beneath the layers and layers you’ve gathered about yourself in a feeble yet valiant attempt to protect your heart.
What you don’t understand is that I can see into the other realms and here I stand holding your heart, protecting it with a fierce savageness rivaled by none. I dare Her to come near you again. She’ll find a warrior standing between you and her vindictive viciousness.
My weapon hidden until she least expects it. I will gut her as she attempts to disembowel you herself. In my mind’s eye I defeat her with one stroke of my blade, her wicked eyes wide in surprise as she slips to the ground, and I turn back to you, her blood splattered across my skin and I’m filled with bloodlust of a different kind, the kind that ends with us both stripped bare and utterly spent and covered in fluids of our own and bite marks spread across our bodies and claw-marks and bruises to match. Undone and rebuilt by one another’s hands.
Glancing back out the window I notice it’s snowing in earnest and I have the urge to go for a walk in it. No shirt no shoes no hat. Let the pure white frozen crystals cleanse my dark thoughts away and replace them with truth and light.
Truth: you’re the most important person in my whole world. Light: you, added to me, make me a better person. Reality: you’re halfway around the world and I won’t be able to leave my house for days.
tara caribou | ©2018
28 Comments on “Beautiful Treasure”
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I like half-crazed passion. Plus the idea of going out into such weather, in private half dressed is appealing, for a short while! 😉
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What do you mean half-crazed??!! (She screeched with a wild look in her eye.)
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A good gutting or disembowelment before a 30 degree F walk is always delightful. Don’t get me wrong.
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LMAO – I knew you’d see things my way!
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😉
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Plus, it’s 30*F out there right now so it’s perfect temps 😊
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I lived in the North for many years. wearing shorts and a t-shirt on 30 or 40 degree F days aren’t lost on me at all!
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I liked this so much, and your depiction of recreating the person in your mind was vivid.
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Thank you. I’m pleased that this touched your imagination.
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Such a passionate write, almost like it was all in one breath.
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It sort of was. I wrote it in maybe five minutes. I just sort of vomited words on the paper. LOL It was just the sort of frame of mind I was in.
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haha, I knew it… it has that flow and it’s perfect 🙂 These are often the greatest pieces 🙂
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And thank you 😊
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oh, yes, you are welcome 🙂
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So amazing. Love this.
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Twinkle twinke Tara’s Star, I can see you where you are. Thank you for your warrior’s plight, we protect her both from dark and light. Eternity wants eternal more. She’s enigmatic, both saint and whore.
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Stop, you had me at flowing pink skirt ❤️
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Hahaha! That genuinely made me laugh. Also…. true story. About the skirt.
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What? you were just wearing a skirt. Oops sorry misread your comment Tee Hee!!
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Well, she’d better watch her step then, hadn’t she.
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If not, she might have a wild woman to contend with, eh?
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I think that scares her.
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I protect the ones I love. Fiercely loyal, I am.
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I think we likely have very similar tastes in music you and I. Anyone who likes RATM and Portishead is awesome in my book.
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Awesome. I’m pretty all over the place in my musical choices. A lot of people don’t know Portishead.
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Live at Roseland is one of my favorite albums 😀
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Strong in tone. And, wow, you really set the scene wonderfully. Love that structure in the final paragraph, also.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed this one.
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