Underneath the Hangin’ Tree

I knew we were forever on that late January night when you carved our initials into the stained bark, in the dark at the base of the Hangin’ Tree. It sealed a pact and a promise that I gave freely as you came to me dressed in the flesh of the one I adored, at the time. An … Continue reading Underneath the Hangin’ Tree

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dybbuk box

Maybe I do think Hell is full and maybe, just maybe, I know for a fact that devils roam among us. Maybe I found one. Maybe I know one; and maybe he laughs like sin is a flight of fancy while he watches from his solicitous shadows. Enticing, that daemon, he ignites a barely controlled … Continue reading dybbuk box

dying in a drowning embrace

Passion burns and she gasps Earthshake quivering over a rigid rising when he pulls the pleasure from her belly Rhythmic motion of riding the ocean sighs He watches desire rise from her chest It's a tsunami of tangled bodies Her cries rise like a bird in flight Both clinging to love like a life preserver … Continue reading dying in a drowning embrace

The Sane Sanctuary

Thirty-two: there are thirty-two and they hang on the wall. What you ask?  My collection of grisly souvenirs, the last one is barely a month old and frankly, it’s starting to show little signs of decay  and putrefaction.  No matter what I use, I can never stop that first biological rebellion that would keep them … Continue reading The Sane Sanctuary

Misery loves Company – A Love Story

I first saw her reflection in the shop window of that absurd little doll store. The one on 5th and Main? Tragically gorgeous in that B Movie kind of way, I couldn’t take my eyes from her curves and edges. The porcelain perfection of her complexion and those lips. full and pouty - red in … Continue reading Misery loves Company – A Love Story

Vacant Rose

It's easier in the dark. Alone doesn't feel quite so isolating wet cheeks go unnoticed Somehow, the bleakness seems a comfort Not unlike a pair of warm arms. She doesn't know I'm watching Lost in her rain cloud I'm positive that she'd prefer an embrace To the cold silence There she sits Cross-legged, nude, Tragic … Continue reading Vacant Rose

The Swollen Man

The voice in my head is incessantly whining at me;  Don't start.  Stop Crying.  Big girls don't cry.  You're stronger than this. Gods, shut up already.  I'm not stronger than this, not remotely.  Perhaps once upon a time,  when I could breathe and move without scrutiny and suspicion, and without resignation, maybe then,  I was stronger.  Now, … Continue reading The Swollen Man

La petite mort de la Folie

I didn’t mean to kill her. They, they were paintings on the wall, just collateral damage; She, Folie, with those bottle green eyes, I meant to kill her and with intent. It wasn’t intentional, more like a premeditated mistake - an unplanned surgical strike. She begged for rebellion and Folie followed the shadows With her unflappably bright … Continue reading La petite mort de la Folie

The Clangers

Truly, I wasn't sure he was real at first. Those wide guileless eyes, so full of truth; oozing sweetness and youthful innocence. Full to the brim with unfulfilled potential that it makes me ill. That alone is suspect. The confused cocked head, much like a disoriented puppy married with a glazed gaze that is meant … Continue reading The Clangers