The strife that is life

 

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The strife that is #life began on these steps no one now dares to tread upon.

We sat down there near the water. On step 1. Sand-mining has taken that. It used to be called the Bathing step.

We made love on the next few steps. Not all the way. She said let's wait till I'm only yours. I was fine with that. I was hers.

These are the Temple steps too. Did we forget that? Did they snatch her from me because of that? That was on step 7. 

No one goes even to 20. The place for killers and ghosts, they say. I killed my lot. Before the others. The kid finished me. They keep me alive.

I went with another to 21. She got so scared. Saw the true bloody me, she says. She saw her too. How can she be scared of her? Of love?

I don't go there often. Only when I wake up from nightmares that keep me in a coma. When the vines release my limbs. When the Serpent, the one that leaves the golden trail, lets me breathe just to wish I could not. 

I am here, the Sun says. She too.