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R&B (Red & Blues) I'll sit here While the paint dries. Wet since last night. Last night, When the lights were out, And without a doubt Mine was yours. Yours and mine. Your blue, those blues, even in the dark are electrified. But those walls, Once smooth Wet, Now cracked. Those blues even in the light are black. Daylight unveils The flailing shadows I bathed in Last night. #Unreal #Poetry #Contrast #Sex #Relationships #Imagery Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Origin Story Stranger, this is how we were born. Our mothers walked into the snow with their hands full of seeds. They lifted their arms and released us. We sank upward, as through gelatin, a silver soil. Gravity was impotent against us. Spinning slowly into our new forms, we were, from our pregnant start, forever translated. And our mothers, stranger, they had green palms and blooming faces though their feet were nearly frozen. #Unreal #Poetry #Birth #Beginning #Cycle #Life #Imagery Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Silent Treatment Editor's Note: This piece was first published by The Horror Zine and reprinted here with permission. Like all the things that you hold dear, Through the opaque lens of your eyes, Watch closely as I disappear. Tongues that can dull the sharpest spear. Physics of the mind, love defies, Like all the things that you hold dear. Insipid silence, so sincere, Imparts long-lived truths of the Wise. Watch closely as I disappear. Each day becomes another year, I prosper as your spirit dies, Like all the things that you hold dear. Come one and all from far and near-- Witness spectacular demise! Watch closely as I disappear. Should your vision ever be clear, You’ll understand who truly cries. Like all the things that you hold dear, Watch closely as I disappear. #Unreal #Poetry #TheSilentTreatment #TheHorrorZine #ColdShoulders #PressIgnore #BannedIRL #Defriended #YourLoss Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Dark Queen to Dylan Thomas By Areyo Sen QuailBellMagazine.com You told me to rage, rage against the dying of the light. Why? I want the light to die. It strips me, till I'm an open wound, a canker to be poked. Ridiculed. But, If the light cannot die, why can't I? Let me die raging against the light, shattering its concrete dance into fright. I was once princess of my dark lands. Light dispossessed me and burnt my delusive jewellery. Let me be a rancid Iphigenia bloated by sorrow and sacrifice myself. When I open my eyes, my cinderblock castle will be restored. #Unreal #Poetry #Ekphrastic #Imagery #Darkness #HumanCondition Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. |