PasopNegra

When dusk is upon us The candles are lit When the sun is gone along with its warmth the space between us charged with lust The finality of when the clock strikes What a relief to hear it What joy! We shall be the source of fire that ignites the shadows within The orbits magnetically connecting us Panting Shivering Hissing Domination Submission Intertwining like vines on a branch holding my body captive The moon and the stars our only witnesses Domineering Subversion your flesh a tasty experience Unsuspecting of the cruelty that awaited thus your voice sounded elated that was my intention I wanted the screeching sonata of panic. The rising tides of frenzy Your muscle memorizing the organ  clenching and shaping to its size as my tongue danced around tasting the flesh at its freshest I felt it down my throat and gut with a final spasm You ceased  “Bravo! Beautiful!” I cheered with an applause and a wipe of my mouth I smeared your remains on my face...

I t all started with a clip from the iconic scene of Jules quoting Ezekiel 25:17 during a death scene from a mobster cliché.  Cliché…the most hated narrative of our day and age.  These days our attention span is short and we as the audience always wish for an avant-garde piece of film that will keep us asking for more. Since Tarantino spent most of his youth hanging around and working in video stores he grew to love and films. During an interview with a reporter Tarantino went on an emotional tirade about his life before he became this famous director. It is admirable that he had  no experience whatsoever  and had no education into it, by simply watching B-rated and Hollywood movies he has gained a vast knowledge in order to critique  and be able to recognize the movies’ narratives immediately is what led to him to create Pulp Fiction , the movie that led  him to glorious fame.  He talked about how he used to have discussions with his fellow co-workers...

Hysterical laughter was heard from the room… A woman just finished watching the new Joker movie and simply couldn’t help but scream in hysterical laughter, finding it ironic that the character was somewhat relatable. Day 1 of lockdown was considered a blessing in disguise, her shitty job with shitty pay and shittier hours was closed down, it was not an essential service. She got up from the couch and picked up the remote. She switched the screen to Netflix and let a show run in the background as she headed for the bathroom.  Washing her hands and she couldn’t bare looking in the mirror, it was unavoidable, so she saw glimpses of herself looking dishevelled and ten years older than what she really was. Her natural locks in a protective style from weeks ago, she couldn’t help but feel more depressed than ever. Talk Console Share Intimate Moments Debate For herself and nobody else. She had no one but herself and her little apartment. Cutting herself off further from the outside world,...

 When the sun goes down the moon shines at its brightest. There is a certain disquiet among us. No animal nor insect made a sound. The only privileged one is the wind, but even it...whistled lowly and rustled softly over the land. When the sun goes down a pale luminescent light now blocked out by the beastly shadow. Terrified of the world around them. the candlelights dimming at the sheer force of the darkness. It has come, the evil so pungent even the purest of souls (children) lay still and remain so. When the night comes the first shrill that asks for help is the most terrifying of all, because the next day you have to face your cowardice and offer your condolences. Everyone crouching in the far corners furthest from the door. When the night comes the crunching of bones and squelching bloody limbs goes on and on and on and on...the bang of another door being broken down, the familiar sound of splintering wood. The screams of desolate hopelessness. When the night comes...

  Sula                                                                                                                                                                 ...so it came down to this? Sula my love, I have hope for the both of us Sula           I never hated my name more than now                          Sula my name coming off as a painful groan Sula          ...

  on a lowly bench                                     it has seen many faces                                       never went any places   held down   by asses of all            shapes and sizes -PasopNegra

Mama said that if I didn’t come home before dark I wouldn’t make it home again. I was lucky that warm humid night.   She always warned... “Meu filho (my son) be careful...there are strange things that come out in the night. Naughty children disappear all the time. Listen filho be home before the sun hits Bhangu Mountain.”Mama sometimes took it too far. So I didn’t listen. I played by the river with my friends. By the time my mother’s warning rang through my mind, the sun was just about to reach the mountains peak. We all scattered in a state of hysterical laughter screaming and shouting at each other to corre! (run). I lived the furthest away and ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. They felt heavier and heavier as the sun went down, the crickets and distant roars of the animals in the wild. My pace quickened again when I heard a ruffle in the bushes, I told myself I’m almost home and shivered at the beating that was to come when I got home. I was a few huts away from my...