Postcard From the Grave

There are several unofficial community challenges happening in the FB groups, and posted here on Vocal that some of you are likely aware of, and eager to participate in.

I have decided to write an entry for three of those challenges and merge them all into one. Call it creativity. Call it laziness. Call it cheating (please say creativity). I will include all three links and invite you, on behalf of the authors, to join in. The challenges/authors are:

Poppy's Prompts (February Edition) by Poppy

Prompted #1 by Randy Baker

𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 (𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞) by RM Stockton

Without further ado, here is my entry.

He comes to me in silent footsteps,

in the ethereal stillness of my dreams.

The monster under my bed.

I am his playground.

My mind, his labyrinth of

velvet sandcastles and barbed cages,

in endless corridors with fortified steel barriers

at every escape.

Every illusory escape

imprisons me in an ocean of screams,

while he serenades me in cascading whispers.

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He is an enigma.

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He smiles in respect,

and scowls in derision.

He purrs of forgiveness,

and howls of torturous punishment.

He promises sanctuary,

but pledges eternal damnation.

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He is an enigma.

He is a monster.

He is my monster.

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I hear the siren’s song,

in the mournful wind chimes outside my window,

and I know he’s back.

He has risen once again,

and this time, not to toy with my dreams,

but to remind me,

that I have finally outrun my guardian angels

and that now I must walk, hand-in-hand with the devil.

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This will be my legacy.

This will be my postcard from the grave.