Hellish Beauty

I wish I were pretty With long eyelashes Dark as a hellhound’s eye Long as Hell’s longest tunnel And red ruby lips Flaming like hellfire. If only my eyes glimmered Like a sinner’s while sinning And my skin glowed Like the riches of the dead-…

Randidawn

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

What Do I Know Of Fame? Prompt 1-Hour 1

In times of old, a woman’s worth was quite easy to define If she was “good” and didn’t speak or step one foot out of line. If she served her husband or her country that was plenty for the time. Still, a woman could be…

The Itinerant Beautifier

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…

The Garden Out My Window (prompt 24)

Through the blinds I used to see a tall Norwegian maple with leaves the color of tanned leather bigger than my outspread hand. It had a scar along the trunk, a long vertical burn where lightning struck one afternoon without rain or storm.   We…

From the Inside Out (Hour 7)

FROM THE INSIDE OUT Inside out, outside in. Break my body, slam my brain, to fit the golden ratio of beauty. Two hours, three hours at the gym, counting calories, watching Macros, but a Mesomorph can never be an Ecto. So fuck the scale and…

Trailing Stars

Trailing stars, shower me in your celestial dust. Let me shimmer with pulsing light from galaxies afar. Moon, kiss my skin alabaster white. Divine set me free from gravity, let me fly into the depths of creation. I will search orbs of light, orbs of…

Hour One

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…

My Choice Bit of Calico

Devout-actor Brilliant-playwright Provocative-writer Pizza-lover Ice cream-eater Taste-tester Awe-inspirer Loyal-lover Secret-keeper Best-friend Love-maker A woman who stole my heart.  

Rachel

She had eyes the colour of the Islay Sea. Her hair¬†silk and russet.¬†Against the paleness of her marked skin.There was strength in her that burned…. a quasar. When she spoke you listened. As if someone had whispered into your soul. With that it grasped your…