The Knife’s Cold Play
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
Between the lines, we fell,
I to heaven, he to hell.
Listening for the bell,
I heard only death’s knell,
calling my crush to his cell. Continue reading Between the Lines
Jason held the blade level with his eyes
and in its shine, my visage reflected.
Shock stuck my tongue to my mouth’s roof, no cries
escaped my lips’ prison. Continue reading Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
The demon sizzled in my fire–
a holy pyre sent to retire
one crispy demon and his sire
through the man I’d loved and inspired.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Betrayal detailed in fabric
We were almost lovers he and I,
lost in a world of desire,
but I was his new hire.
So we burned in a pyre
kindled by lust mired
in the real world briar.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Almost Lovers
What anchored me and what spawned the tether?
Finding it changed me from a pale feather
floating on chance’s breeze in the aether. Continue reading Eternal
Slot machines chime a jackpot dirge
it’s the simple things our minds purge—
spiritual tethers submerge
until they’re stretched and we diverge Continue reading Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Slipping into place,
memory walloped me
handing me an ace.
Upside down, the world made sense.
I finally had the space
to remember this place Continue reading Upside Down, Downside up
Hello daylight my old friend,
I’ve come to talk to you again.
I looked through a crack at the end,
stared at a pile of silent shells. Continue reading Silent Shells
Roses couldn’t save me– no thumbs to pick locks.
Looks like I am stuck in a concrete block. Continue reading Scent of Trouble
Landing in darkness, I shook my dazed head.
I lay on an altar stone, a grave bed
and perhaps my end, no more could I rove.
Was I now a treasure in someone’s trove? Continue reading Abandonment
Caught by the cyclone, reality clove
and it revealed a stygian alcove.
Lightning lit me up, turning all to red.
I fell through blood-soaked images and dread. Continue reading Seeing Red
Born on a gust of wind, tiny motes dove.
Sparkling as they twisted, a cyclone strove.
Continue reading Fantastical
Undoubtedly I would screw up the one task the afterlife asked of me. Continue reading Undoubtedly
He’s dangerous, but so am I.
Devils have his back and their eyes
scan for my ghost self, yet I spy.
Or I did ‘fore they waved bye-bye. Continue reading Dangerous
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