Trapped

  a hollow sound resonates now when i brush my knuckles on my bedroom walls. an absent echo floods my ears like bleach. discarded snowflakes flutter to the ground as i claw and scratch. the woman behind the walls screams in terror as I try in vain to free her. she wails like a banshee […]

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Rancid and candid even in death,

  Rancid and candid even in death, fate pushed me in the righteous path– impatient to steal my breath. the rush of wings clouded my mind as I trained my receptors front and center:  disastrous desire! a faint whistle tickles my neck, as the fatal quake of rigor mortis, rips away sensibility and dignity. A […]

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The Messenger

From the heavens, A messenger springs true. An eager volunteer, the droplet plummets valiantly, a whistle of wind before impact. –splash drip, drop may you never hope to reach the inner depths of my mind. Front and center, A scene of great tragedy and anticipation blinds my eyes. A body coated in rainwater, rivets my […]

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Topaz–Part One

  Because I am so focused on writing my book, I have put other projects on hold. Sometimes I will find old writings of mine and wish I could find the time to finish. I got struck with inspiration one day and wrote feverishly for hours until this idea came into form. Here is a […]

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She is wicked, wicked, wicked–

She is wicked, wicked, wicked– a crone desperate for the smoothness of youth, a rounded, maiden craving the tang of lust, and a doe-eyed child who cackles alone in the dark. When she emerges from ash wolfbane dripping from her sickle-pale flesh, she will muddle the minds of men, so their shrewish wives will never question, why […]

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A loud crash and a gentle fold,

I know of paradise: a balmy breeze that teases between my toes, seawater tickling up my legs, my calves freckled with white sand and phantom hands, in the form of purple tentacles, sneak around my ankles, drag me into the heart of the sea. a loud crash and a gentle fold, the lull  of the […]

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An Apple made of glass

She bit into an Apple made of glass, The fragments slicing her tongue, Her blood enhancing the poignant flavors As she chewed and crunched with cautious vigor. Shards dug into the walls of her mouth, A river of blood seeping past her lips, Her teeth grinding the glass into fractures, The pieces sparkling- sifting through […]

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Buried Alive

Will I know the song of the dead, The chorus of the rotting bones, The sting of the cutting rocks, That block my way to heaven? Heavy and burdened, there is no time to scream, no time to panic, Air pockets poke through, promising more, Promising me yellow-orange light. I cough as I breathe more […]

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They Steal My Breathe

I dance with no music, My body sways with one purpose. I follow the path never taken, Trip over seashells and cadavers, My toe bumping into knifes And cutting myself on discarded glass. The wind accompanies me as I waver, Tickling my nude flesh and whistling in my ear. A sprite leads the way now […]

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