Yet
Judgment's eye
Keen to see
The depths within her mystery
He measures actions
Not the pain
Forgetting scars that still remain
Withhold your biased gaze
Seek justice
Just blame ablaze
In every life
Complexities
Deserve compassion
Not unease
So let us hope that wisdom's light
Illuminates the courtroom's night
Where wife and judge find common ground
And empathy in hearts is found
In chambers hushed
Judge doth stand
His gavel firm in steady hand
Before him lies a life's whole tale
A marriage weathered by the gale
The wife
Soul of strength and grace
Enduring trials she can't erase
Her heart a canvas painted true
With colour bright and shades of blue
Sorry She-ma
About the Creator
Love story
My heart, forever yours to keep
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At the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
By Kevin Rolly5 days ago in Horror
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