Dreaming of Hell

Tonight, I am afraid to sleep; for fear I will sink too deep. Past the mangled red trees, where reason can’t reach, and into that place where the lost ones weep. Wail. Mourn out loud of wisdom stolen in foolish folly or worse; a second of disconnected dispassion. Hell. The carcass that still lives. The … More Dreaming of Hell

No Room For.

If my skin were translucent.. you  would see the demons, that chisel away at my heart, The monsters that tear at my mind, day in day out day in day out morning night morning night. You think I am strong because I am charismatic and because you have seen me fight. I am strong because … More No Room For.

Death Moth

My pistol is holstered, my knives tucked away. My neck exposed. My fists unwrapped; my mind hidden behind niceties and tea and cake. You have hidden your weapons. Your tongue speaks lies, and your eyes speak truth. You wage war just by being here.  

Gone.

… after she died I breathed in the sorrow of everyone else. It was so thick and so heavy. I didn’t bend. I didn’t lean. Or need from anyone. I let it all unfold, and I let them all grieve in the way they they needed to. Then, someone showed me the video of her … More Gone.

I’m Fine.

There are seconds, sometimes long hours, where my head feels heavy. Heavy with a weighted accumulation of thoughts. Some unimportant, and some important enough to be worth avoiding. But to turn my back on one, means to stare at another, and the pressure is not unlike that of a boiling kettle. Steam burns brand those … More I’m Fine.

Dead Girl Walking

Abandon all hope. Hope is for the children, who know not yet what they do. Make no promises, especially not to the dying. You can’t apologise later for failing to save. Ignore the mocking birds, and the yellow eyed ravens that hover, in waiting. They are just passing time. Drink the filter coffee in the … More Dead Girl Walking

Tomorrow

Candles burn. Flames flicker, speaking to me of death, still to come. My black robed lady of the outcast looks at me with her bottomless eyes and her soul grips mine with it’s talon like intensity. The cards say you are wrong. She shakes her head. I break eye contact and watch my cat gazing … More Tomorrow