Don’t Lose it in The Fray
I held his story in my hands and his life too. I would look after it in the coming fray. I knew how to save a life. Continue reading Don’t Lose it in The Fray
Category: OctPoWriMo
This night of witch light and woe
Take this night of woe, bury it deep below wrapped it in this cold, snowy sheet. This night we return bodies to the dust we all spawned from, back to the black lab where our creator dwells. Continue reading This night of witch light and woe
Crushed for the first time
For the first time, life went off script, left me staring at the one who’d betrayed me–my crush. Continue reading Crushed for the first time
Up in Flames
I dreamed of a man standing alone in a mountain pass facing an army. He went up in flames. Continue reading Up in Flames
Melting into a Vision
“You shall not pass.” A tear tracked down his porcelain cheek a moment before he exploded. Continue reading Melting into a Vision
You Are a Memory
I refused to go gentle into that goodnight. I would go cursing and carving my way through the enemy until I expelled my last breath. Continue reading You Are a Memory
free falling
I was free falling without a hope,
without a lifeline to rope me in,
riding a unicorn sliding down a slick slope
towards a melee and a fantasy trope
Continue reading free falling
Recreational Betrayal
I read the answer in his eyes,
skimmed the lies twisting his tongue. Continue reading Recreational Betrayal
Cold by the Floodgates
I read on seeking a connection, finding it and the losing it each time he speaks to me. Continue reading Cold by the Floodgates
Pain, My Love, and My Tribe
We’re strong enough to face a tribe called pain. Society told me love always prevails. Continue reading Pain, My Love, and My Tribe
Monday Melted Me
My perceptions are winnowing,
contracting
to the chalk outline tying
me to this spot where something
delivered me into Death’s hands. Continue reading Monday Melted Me
Lady Wise
Sweet serendipity,
Lady wise and sylvan,
remove our iniquity
so we’re people of the Plan. Continue reading Lady Wise
Not the Tenerife Sea
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Memory’s Shell Game
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
Stepping on Speaking Hens
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
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