Roll, steeds—
Carry me when I bleed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Roiling the fury through the night,
Blind me
With your eyes so bright.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Plunge deep
The horror, the release,
The beck and call, to lose it all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Smoke rises . . .
From the hollow.
Stamp it down; trample my soiled crown.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tamp me brown,
Collapse my walls.
Possess nothing, but call it all.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
No matter, you say, where I’ve been,
You will gladly crush my soul again.
About the Creator
Brent Tharp
I edit STEM books. I like writing, cats, and wine, though not necessarily in that order.
I was raised by wolves in a small forest somewhere in Middle America.
Why don't ketchup bottles squirt correctly? All or nothing seems grifty to me.
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Another masterful odd creation. Can't get enough of this writer!! 😳🙈