I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
↓ You're safe now He's telling you It's gone The boogeyman You've met Except Monsters aren't real He tells you
By J4 months ago in Poets
Originally a 250 word micro-fiction, written for the Neolomicro Challenge ........................................................................................................................
By J4 months ago in Chapters
Combusted carbon Furtive flora's fertile womb Bred, entombed, in smoke.
An empty room, strewn with boxes: some taped gaping shut, some cut back open like old wounds, doomed to never fully heal.
They called me 'Matryoshka' Little Matron Matron: noun : a woman marked by dignity / distinction. Matron: noun : a female
Ancient unforgiving tree, O would that your boughs could bend for the lowly likes of me Still; unyielding be Pearls to swine ye never lend,
By J5 months ago in Poets
Ceci n'est pas une femme. She will not be spoken to as if brand new to this, his world: the one she's been lead into,
What will we have left, after all the wars are won in this brave new world we've razed? Broken and bereft; atom split and damage done.
"Nothing worth learning is known 'til needs which need meeting are met, no sights yet unseen shown. No seed worth sowing sown
Once again, the mystery repeats, undulating, circulating, whole; In the place where tail & forked tongue meet. Herald in a fearful lamb's last bleats
One question Twice asked Twice answered Once true
The town of DeMure was as vibrant as its people, all some-2000 of whom possessed as much zest as a saltine; Of which they ate plenty.
By J6 months ago in Fiction