Lifeless

Poke poke Stick and stones Shake shake My still shoulder Pull pull Hair, clothes But I stir not To live is to move To not is to cease Diseased Sickly sweet odor Rotting flesh My flesh is perfect My skin flawless Not white, but alright….

Oxygen

I carry my dreams Like oxygen cylinders On this one lifetime climb. Oh what a burden! Should I leave it here? It’d be easier.   No!   The air is thinning, The breaths are short, Heart beats sounding Like angry poundings on my front door,…

The Goblin’s Cottage – Hour 9, Prompt 9

There’s a strange cottage in the woods it lurks just beyond the tree line, out of sight. Even the heat of summer cannot affect the cool atmosphere around the cottage. Sometimes when I’m overheating I’ll zoom past the treeline to the lake the cottage rests…

2020 – 4

If I were to write to you, It would be as if all The unspoken words Gathering onto paper To never be sent by Mail, conventional or otherwise. For you are out of reach Of objects, and limited to Thoughts and dreams And memories.

Childhood, In Three Pieces (Hour Twenty-Three)

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

Marco (prompt 26, Hour 21)

My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other. Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know a relationship is lasting? He did. He showed…

#23 The Slow March of Time

But, of course, you know I miss you you can see me down below in an instant I am weepy just a moment left to go before all who stand above me and to all still in the show come together in my presence and…

Death Resists Metaphor

and proverb too, its walls unblemished by strikes that snuff the brightest stars. Pick one, toss it to the grieving. Study their faces for gratitude. Now picture this: You cradle your breathless child, kiss his face, surrender her to men in masks and gowns. Imagine…

Valley of Bones (Hour 11)

VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…

Running Tears

Heavy hearts flooded in memories of your life rewinds back to how things were when you were lively and happy, enjoying the things that you love. Now, confined by a white sheeted bed, hooked up on monitors struggling to breathe as pain shock waves inside…

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