Chosen By The Lion by Linda Gregg
I am the one chosen by the lion at sundown and dragged back from the shining water. Yanked back to bushes and torn open, blood blazing at the throat and breast of me. Taken as meat. Devoured as spirit by spirit. The others will return quickly to drink again peacefully, but for me now there is only faith. Only the fact that the tall windows I lived with were left uncovered halfway up. And the silence of those days I lived there which were marked by your arrivals like stations on a long journey. You write to say you love me and lie awake in stillness to avoid the pain. I remember looking at you from within at the last moment, with faith like a gift handkerchief, delicate and almost fragile. This is the final thing. Purity and faith, power and blood. Is there nothing to see? Not memory even of forgetting? Only the body eating the body? What of faith when it meets death, being when it is hard to account for? The nipples you bit and the body you possessed lie buried in you. My faith shines as the moon in the darkness on water, as the sky in the day. Does it hover in the air around you? Does it come like a flower in your groin? Or is it like before when you were alone and about to fall asleep saying out loud in the darkness, "Linda," and hearing me answer immediately, "Yes!"
Story of that picture of the kid on Tom Hiddleston's shoulders.
Cute. The story behind this picture: 
30 Day Photo Challenge
skipping:
19. A photo of you at school… as i am not in school
and moving onto
20. A photo of something you enjoy doing
Sleeping. I enjoy sleeping a lot.
30 Day Photo Challenge
18. A photo taken in high school
Junior Year. Homecoming Dance (I think)
30 Day Photo Challenge
16. A photo of you at the last party you went to
me and the bestest steve
30 Day Photo Challenge
14. A photo of one of your favorite family members
Me, My Cousin, My Mom, My Conor
*All my family members are my favorite
*All my family members are my favorite




