In memory of Rosa Luxemburg, assassinated by proto-nazis in Berlin, on 15 January 1919.
She’s here, standing still on this bridge, over the canal I know so well: I am surprised she accepted the invite.
Her creator’s description of her is so true: the curves of a goddess, the raven hair, the icy grey pupils, and those lips…
Ah, this hunger, this hunger for her soul…
Looking down at me with utter contempt, she says: “Here, not that long ago, your minions killed a good woman, a very good friend of mine…”
I don’t have the time to reply, in a fluid and unstoppable move she seizes my bony legs and throws me over in the dark waters of the canal: she’s a warrior, and I a miserable devil.
Inspired by Take my Hunger, Inkubus Sukkubus
Your love is crashing through my veins,
I do not know where, when it will stop,
I don’t want it to stop – I seek the forever,
And you, I know, you seek this blood,
Still human, for a few more days,
Perhaps… And then I will be like you:
A deathless monster.
Image: Max Ernst ~ “Euklides”, 1945
Full lyrics of Take my Hunger (© Inkubus Sukkubus):
Your love is crashing through my veins
Your heat has far eclipsed the day
Let nought but hunger take the pain
We’ve lived as those who’ve lived for fame
Take my hunger
Break my anger
Steal all madness
Slake my thirst
All those who would condemn our love
Know not the beauty in your sun
We’ll live for that which must be done
Release the bird to soar above
Read more: Inkubus Sukkubus – Take My Hunger Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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A collection of short stories, 50 words long, on the theme of “valleys”.
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