It had been a week since they buried their eldest son; something that no parent should ever have to do. She sat alone in the den, her husband having long since gone to bed. There wasn’t much communication; it seemed there was nothing left to say; only grief, sadness and deafening silence hung between them.
She [...]
Filed in short stories No Responses yet
He wanders aimlessly through worlds of destruction; mist colored mountains, too blinded to see. A victim of self-induced misfortune, an inflicter of pain. Endless. Eternal. Walking through the flames, wearing the scars like badges of honor; baptisms of fire consecrated in vain.
Infinite lifetimes spent. Second-hand knowledge attained. Wasted on this tortured mind; soul hollowed eons [...]
Filed in In Dreams, prose, short stories, the hyena No Responses yet
He enters the front door
Never through the back
She invited him in
Gave him a key
And so it was different
Right from the start
Permission granted
To delve and explore
The depths of her heart
The halls of her soul
Filed in prose No Responses yet
Searing heat rising
Consuming from within
Soul awash in flame
Emanating screams of crucifying pain
Tears of despair
Like a river doeth flow
Uninvited intrusion
Like razorblades upon tenderized flesh
Wake to dark silence
No solace no joy
Grasp at dreams fragments
Fleetingly bask in surreal calm
Acting with no reaction
No more have a nice day
Nothing left to lack integrity
Truth that could no longer be denied
Emotionlessly adrift
Perceptions [...]
Filed in prose No Responses yet
She desperately needed to know the why of it all – contemplated for days and nights on end – reaching inside, re-examining everything she knew of her true self, the life she’d lived to this point, and what little she knew of him. The process exhausting, as she traveled the outer limits, pushing herself farther [...]
Filed in In Dreams, poetry No Responses yet
A wanderer she has always been – sometimes lost, sometimes not – but searching nonetheless – for the missing portion that would connect the other half of the whole – bringing sanctity, completing her.
This void she has always been aware – an emptiness which lingered in the depths of her soul, leaving her longing for [...]
Filed in prose No Responses yet
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