elizabeth repeated herself
just one more time
love me
come back to me
just be kind
she turned away, her eyes were black
i cannot
your face it brings me back
it simmers slowly behind my eyes
looks back in the mirror so full of lies
oh how elizabeth begged
wondering where it would come
soon realizing her beast was there for fun
her partner long gone, flew the coop as it were
her beast pulled tightly and braided her hair
into his, not a care on his mind
with a laugh from behind
it bowed down with kind eyes
love me
she said quietly
pulled her hair gently
it all happened so fast
he thought it would last
she ran far away
with his jewels her to stay
what devil was she
what demon was he
About the Creator
River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rogers vibes.
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They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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Comments (5)
So graphic in so few words. This is great
How chilling! The last two lines “what devil was she / what demon was he” struck me in particular. You definitely stuck the landing there. Well done.
Stunning River. I love the ambiguity of it most of all, its one I feel that I could come back to many times, and each time feel and think something very different about the narrative. That image of the 'black eyes; is so satrk and effective 🤍
Superb and full of clever dynamics. You have a way with words and the feelings they carry!
Oh I love this one. "...it simmers slowly behind my eyes"- what a line! ❤️