A cavalcade of horrors Abominable explorers March around the face Barely keeping pace Ticks marking seconds As the past steadily beckons Hands running retrograde The harvester already paid Searching all the memories For every infernal enemy Be careful what you chose To reverse, repeat, rewind You have only everything to lose
The cracks will swallow you When you least expect them to The deep dark veins below Snake around your feet And slither silently to and fro Ubiquitously lacing surfaces Unapologetic and merciless With obscure secrets to bestow Giving air to the beasts beneath Who wait patiently to consume Eventually and completely The humanity that treads…
For the first time in months I worked a bit on the fiction I am writing. Here is a small piece. I am not a writer so I know it will definitely need an editor but I hope the story at least captures your interest. The leaves were scattered around her bare feet. Her toenails painted…
I hide in the corner Under cobwebs As demons swarm The summer night I watch them As they sing off key A sinister lullaby And steal fire From candlelight And like magic Other universes Appear in misty Shadows dancing On the lawn A final party In this final hour Has finally begun
She fell from hands she couldn’t see She was being fed to monsters Left for… Not quite dead because Well… What’s the fun in that? As demons swarmed around her Leaving trails of venom Mixed with blood upon her soul She concentrated on the pain As their poison fangs sunk deep Aware that the initial…
I had a conversation with a terrorist. I was appalled by her beliefs. Angry at the intensity of her hate. I couldn’t understand why such a monster lived inside me. It’s hard to love yourself because you know all the things nobody else knows. You see all the parts nobody else sees. You feel things…
So many sad things happen to and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and amazing things…
My #BeReal guest today is Katie Cross. I relate to so much of what Katie writes. I love her honesty and her inner conversation isn’t foreign to me. Thank you for your perspective Katie. The older you get, the more you understand how your conscience works. The biggest and only critic lives in your perception…
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Crowding the dark Demons watched While their bony Fingers walk steps Up my rigid spine His footsteps faded Outside my door Where right before He was standing For just a moment Listening for breath Before satisfied I was indeed Dead
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