Sunday, December 28, 2014


It hurts
Leaving you behind 
Opened the locked door to a
Vault of
Yesterday was easier
Out of pitch black came your
Unexpected and blinding light 

Friday, December 26, 2014


Left to my own devices 
Watching the fireworks with delight
Despite age
And distance
Miles and years are meaningless
When the sky is
Wide Open
And demands to be seen

Tuesday, December 23, 2014


Longer nights
Open the door to 
Glitter and fairies 
Imps and trolls
Now it seems I won't
Go home 


Everything that I am
Belongs to you 

Monday, December 22, 2014

The Halls





            When he walked into the room, it was as if a gust blew in heat from a brush fire along with him. The grand hall was immediately hot and charged with electricity. Every face turned toward the open door, and every pair of eyes glossed from his unintentional hypnosis. Mine included.

            He was calm. Debonair. Jet black hair perfectly swept back with just a few rogue strands against his forehead. Unruly curls that refused to be tamed. His wicked grin extended to his crystal eyes. He crossed the threshold, and all in attendance seemed to remember how to breathe.

            His eyes tiptoed across the room. While no one knew what this stranger was looking for, everyone internally pleaded to be his target. The warm candlelight in the room made his cream skin seem flush as he began his stalk throughout the room. His gaze danced from this face to that face and from this tuxedo to that dress. He knew his target and kept scanning the room.

            Until his eyes locked into mine.

            Although he had looked familiar, it took the electric jolt of his near white eyes to shock the memory back to life. How many lifetimes had it been? How many times had the fates conspired against us? It seemed unreal that my Osiris stood before me once again. My Mark Antony. My Romeo. My personal, beautiful, tragic love story.

            Instantly the crowd dissolved to smoke and it was just the two of us.

            “Shayera,” he whispered as he smiled and extended his graceful hand.

            “Carter,” I replied with hardly a breath.

            My heart was pounding and tears were racing down my cheeks. I knew where my home was. It was with him. Always and always.

            We left the cotillion hand in hand and ran until my shoes were broken and our legs gave way. It didn’t matter where we were going, as long as he never let go of my hand. I’d followed him to Hell to save him. I wasn’t about to let him go on Earth.







Sunday, December 21, 2014


The station is full 
People bustle and breathe
All I can do is 
Let the tears slip
From my eyes 
And stare at the board
Unsure where to go

Saturday, December 20, 2014


There is something deeper and darker
Surface feelings only provide
The picture frame 
It surrounds something 
That should be left untouched
And looks beautiful 
Hanging on a wall
Don't scratch below the layers
Of oil on canvas
It wasn't meant to be seen

Wednesday, December 17, 2014


The sand is hot
And scorching
Birds and buzzards
Circle overhead
Lips cracked and broken
Hard to focus in the 
Wide open jungle
I think I'll just strip 
And let myself burn 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Calm heart
Peaceful legs
Relaxed shoulders
Measure breathing 
Everything needs to be perfect
For when the Maesto arrives 
And begins the symphony 

Monday, December 15, 2014


A kiss blown into the wind
Wishes made with no falling stars
A love drawn and quartered
Yesterday only matters in history books 

Friday, December 12, 2014


I've watched you for a year
Maybe more
Golden curls not quite masculine
Strong jawline not quite feminine
My perfect androgynous thing 
If the body holds the soul
Surely the blood 
Cradles it
Caresses it
Whips it to passion
And tonight I plan 
On holding your neck against my teeth
And stealing the ecstasy from
Your veins
Until the floor rushes up to us
And you finally whisper my name

Thursday, December 11, 2014


When words become failures 
And actions become shipwrecks
Something the size of a speck
Is easily lost. 
Where did I put that soul?
The molten pitch
Blends everything together. 
I'm afraid it's lost.
But I'm more afraid
Because I don't really 
Want it back anymore. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


I'm abandoned
Left behind
And the lack of
Noise is 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


There is a monster under my bed
It rears its head from time to time
But this monster is gorgeous
And thin
And confident
She gloats at me with sparkling eyes
This monster feeds another monster
In my chest 
An internal monster that
Makes me feel isolated
Makes me feel lesser
Makes me feel ugly
And reminds me just how unloved I am 

Monday, December 8, 2014


The cancerous soul
It needs 
It feeds 
It devours and grows
That blackened soul
That won't be contained
Won't be satiated 
Cannot be stopped
Until everything it touches turns 
To ash

Sunday, December 7, 2014


Take it
I don't want it
My heart is broken
Bruised beyond recognition
I know it's not perfect
And it seems that's all anyone wants


So very tired
Think I'll lay my head here 
For a bit
Pillows and axes 
Look the same 

Friday, December 5, 2014


I want to be the demon in you
That thing that drives you mad
Makes you want
And makes you wail when it goes away
The heart of every bad idea
The soul of every destructive plan
I want you to keep driving 
Towards me
And I promise to wreck your world
So beautifully
That angels will weep 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Highway Woman

The darkened road stretches and narrows
There is no end 
Not for me
And I drag this weight with me
For my journey
A two ton satchel 
Of past
Holding me back
Begging me to lay down
And give in
I know turning around would be easy
I know it would take three steps to return
To where I was 
Even though I've been walking for decades

Wednesday, December 3, 2014


And begging
The Tear Stained Face
Haunts me
I can't show weakness
I can't give in
As I send her back to the hole
She'll embrace the darkness
And find herself
And only then 
Can I give myself to her 

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


I'll put out the lights
Sweep off the stage
You go on ahead
I'll catch up
The Help can't hang with the Stars

Monday, December 1, 2014

TwitterShort Challenge 5



            Gina had her back to her vanity and used the silver heirloom hand mirror to look over her shoulder. She quickly and deftly tucked each and every hair into an elegant, loose bun. “That bastard. That dirty, cheating, rat bastard,” she said aloud as she turned around on the quilted ottoman.

            She placed the hand mirror face down (as superstition dictates) on the slick, cold marble of the vanity and stared hard at her reflection. It’s true. She wasn’t the spring chicken she was when she met Tommy. But she hardly thought she’d lost her looks. Back then, he had worked at the docks, and she had worked at The Dirty Apron Diner. It was love at first sight. Their love was the reason power ballads existed.

            It wasn’t long after their wedding when the union went on strike. Tommy was down on his luck, and Gina begged him to run away. Tommy was far too proud. He took on odd jobs around town to make what money he could. With depression setting in from the strike, he started hanging out at the local gentlemen’s club called The Feather and Tassel. There he got involved with some stripper named Dezzaray. When Gina found out, she’d shed more tears than a leaky garden hose. Tommy swore he wouldn’t visit the club again.

            He lied.

            One month later, Tommy was right back where he said he wouldn’t be, and Gina was making her own plans. Between the booze and the women, Tommy had become about as useful as a broken teakettle. It was time for Gina to end his cheating ways once and for all. Just like a big Black Widow spider, she needed to time her strike perfectly.

            Tonight was that night.

            As she put the finishing touches on her mascara, she heard the downstairs door slam. “Hey Baby….. dinner ready yet?” Tommy slurred as his voice trailed off toward the kitchen.

            “Nearly done. I’ll be right down,” she called over her shoulder.

            Gina picked up the tube of blood red lipstick she planned on wearing for the night. She smacked her lips together and focused on something left on the dresser. She had forgotten to put away the rat poison. No matter. Tommy slept on the couch most nights anyway.

            Would there be something in the cole slaw that night? Or maybe a little extra surprise in the Pineapple Surprise? For once in her flaw-filled life, Gina was glad for her diner expertise. She smiled a wicked smile and blew a kiss at her reflection. “Let’s do this,” she encouraged herself.

            And down the stairs she vanished.



Sunday, November 30, 2014


One cut should do it. 
Deep enough to let life flow
From wrist to the floor. 

Saturday, November 29, 2014


As the last light of day
Fades beyond an ugly horizon
So fades hope
And reason
And will
The dark creeping 
And haunting 
And possessing 
I'm left to violently wedge remaining 
Light and feelings
Into a lock box
Protecting it from 
The stench of sulphur 
Until the sun returns 

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


It hurts
A hole in my chest
That burns and devours
The rest of my surrounding soul 
Use the balm of 
Your words 
Your gaze
Your love
Patchwork this broken girl
Mend and heal the rips
Kiss and hold the bruises
And never let me go 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Immortal strength pushing forward
Never straying from the path
Total focus on
Reaching an unattainable goal
A fool's errand had been called and
Negativity had been hurled at him
Still he knew
In his heart
Glory awaited 
Everyone would see
No one would doubt
Torn hearts would be mended 

Monday, November 24, 2014


Ravage me with your
Writing. Make me breathless with
Every syllable. 


Useless feelings of love
Not returned
Restless feet and 
Endless heartbeats kept
Quiet and boxed 
Until you come around 
I've lost myself and you are a
Thousand miles away
Easy for you to ignore me
Dying for your touch 

Friday, November 21, 2014

For The Maestro

I sit quietly
Awaiting instruction
Yearning for The One
Who brings order to the chaos
Of my soul
An entire orchestra 
At His disposal
To use as He wishes
I am strings
And winds
And brass
And beat
Waiting to be used
With His manipulation
The taut strings soar higher
Than imaginable
The winds bring undercurrent that 
Threaten to drown
The brass is the lighthouse beacon
Cutting through fog
And the steady beat of His heart
And over
And over again
Until the music is exhausted
I am the extension of His soul
And the very portrait of His vision
I am satiated
Once He lowers his baton
And smiles 

Thursday, November 20, 2014


I thought I had
Removed all traces of you
No pictures
No contact
Emails deleted
Schedule rearranged
I thought I had
Removed every reminder
Until traces of red 
On my collar
Opened a floodgate 


I hold his hands 
And we spin and spin
The wheatgrass tickles my calves
And his laughter rings in my ears
We twirl and giggle
Until the ground comes rushing at us
Dizzy and gasping for breath
The cerulean sky and marshmallow clouds
Slowly right themselves
While I reach over to hold his hand
And pretend I'm not 
In this field


In the smokiest of rooms
That girl
She turned around
Surrounded by grey and haze
Scarlet lips were all I saw
I'd been gone too long
And they kissed away the
Rest of the world 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


And she was asleep
Before she knew it
All I could do was watch
Afraid to breathe
Afraid to shatter the beauty
Curved and bent
Hips and arms
Her porcelain draped over 
Royal Blue


Shut up
Shut down
A ripped and bloody brocade gown 
Be still
Be right
Never let them see you fight
Don't peep
Don't cry
Only makes them wonder why
Hide marks
Hide thought
Mental pain is searing hot
Love worthless
Love scarred
A soul that's tortured, broken, marred
See night
See black
Another round upon the rack
Fly free
Fly far
They won't accept the thing you are
Shut up
Shut down
And wear that mother fucking crown 

Sunday, November 16, 2014


If you could only
Make the colors fade to black
For me forever.

Friday, November 14, 2014


Good Sir
A moment
Please take my dirty hands
And wash them
Kind woman
Share a scrap for
This hollowed shell of a soul
Is there anyone 
In the world 
Who will 
Claim me as Theirs
A million no's are worth

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


One more tear
Slides down a forgotten cheek
One more week passes
As hunger finally gives way
To exhaustion
One more year
Spent clawing out of
A black hole
And one more soul spending 
One more eternity

Sunday, November 9, 2014


There is red on my lips 
Tinted gloss still in my pocket
There is red on my fingernails
Lacquered and shiny
There is red in my hair
Highlights and lowlights and lights in between
There is red on my neck
A velvet collar marking me as claimed
There is red on my shirt
On my pants
On my skin
On the floor
As the blood slowly eats what it can
There was red in his eyes
Before he grabbed the knife 
And he painted the world to match
His vision 

Saturday, November 8, 2014


I don't think you understand 
It's because I'm bad with words
I can't explain how I feel
Tripping on sentences
Stuttering over thoughts
I'm not shocked
I'm on this island alone

Friday, November 7, 2014


Black holes
And vortexes
Swirling emotions
Jumbled and unrecognizable
Blended until separate colors

Thursday, November 6, 2014


Unfortunate stumbles that
No one saw
Left behind with scraped knees and
Open wounds
Vital signs dipping 
All lights fading 
Loss is easier to

Wednesday, November 5, 2014


The slave market
Such a delicious place
To browse
Tall and short
Heavy and slim
Proud and timid
Most are scarred in some way
A lot are broken
Some are lost
And of the millions
Who have considered your purchase
No one 
Wants you
More than
I do 

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


Close your eyes
Breathe in deeply
There is a mist
That wraps and holds
You close 
A watchful spirit
That acts as armor
An unseen being
Who wants nothing more
Than to be 
What you
Breathe in 

Monday, November 3, 2014


Dark side of the moon
I don't know how I ended up here
Knowing there is something 
Bright and beautiful
Just around the corner 
And I'm left chasing and chasing 
That intangible thing
That makes a soul smile

Thursday, October 30, 2014


Just a slice
A sliver
A tiny piece of heart
But slices add up 
Slivers are splinters
And tiny pieces
Can become a whole
And too late I realize there is
Nothing left to sustain me


No point in trying
Since in the pitch black no one
Can see you screaming

Wednesday, October 29, 2014


Master of deception
Father of lies
Crippling self-doubt
Mirrors don't tell true stories 
Tossed on the rocks
Left behind with only 
White cliffs as a prison
Using the rocks to smash
My hands
To make sure I can feel
Using the glass to cut
My arms
To make sure I don't 
Wanting to be seen
Wanting to be forgotten
Unsure where I belong 

Tuesday, October 28, 2014


The wind and sun burned my skin
The salt stung my eyes
And still I didn't care 
I had to stay
Until my love returned 
And now my skin doesn't feel
And my eyes no longer water
He never returned 
And I am unable leave to leave
This lighthouse 
Even though our lights
Extinguished together 

Sunday, October 26, 2014


Knees and
All hugged with
Crimson velvet
Comfort in restriction 
Peace in immobility
Only you understand 
The trust I give 
Because you're usually wrapped 
In crimson


Sitting at the edge
Feet dangling 
Toes drawing infinity symbols
In warm teal waters
Soft breeze tosses 
Jasmine my way
It's easy to imagine sitting 
Next to her when I close 
My eyes 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

NaCl H2O

The panic sets in
I won't be able to make it
Back to you
The sun's going down 
The water's going up 
Just a matter of time before
I drown in tears
I'll press my fingers to the glass
And pray you find me
Before I can't come back 

Friday, October 24, 2014


Two AM
Here's lookin at you 
I toast to a mirror
With no reflection 
Surely that girl isn't me
She's sad
She's ugly
She cries too easily
And smiles too little
She has internal scars
Carved in her wretched face
Where laugh lines
Should be 
That's what happens when
The music stops
And the muse falls dead

Thursday, October 23, 2014


Sudden desperation 
As the discovery of loss
Takes hold and becomes real
Trying to find 
That lost thing
That was precious
It took losing
To miss 
A thing taken for granted

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


The sucker punch landed
Mouth agape
She twirled on heel
And vanished away
And I realize the disbelief fell not
In that she was leaving 
But that she was even mine
To begin with once upon a time


And the tarred and blackened thing
Reached up from my soul
And wrapped its fingers
Tight upon my heart 
Squeezing until no love was
Left behind 
Squeezing until there was nothing
Left but charred imprints 
Squeezing until there was only room left
For hate 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


For death 
He creeps around the corner
Just out of sight 
But I see his scythe
I smell his decay
Easier to give in
Than keep running
My legs 
My heart
And there isn't enough glue
To put me back together

Carnie Val

She has no clue
As she sits there 
That I'm so close

A pane of glass away

She's sitting on the floor 
And looks like she's resting on the beach
Knees bent
Torso and arms making a triangle 
With the floor

And her posture would indicate 
How comfortable she is
Unless you spied the bindings

Her face is calm
Unless you noticed the tears

Her smile is serene
Unless you detected the grimace

A doll on display
The very last thing that should 
Be gawked at this 

She's beautiful

I wonder how to steal her

Make the tears belong to me instead 

Saturday, October 18, 2014


A tiny soul surrounded by 
Velvet sky 
In the galaxy 
Left behind
A single star
Burning out
Lost for 

Friday, October 17, 2014


If I see tomorrow
Should the sun rise again
Hold me close and
Remind me you missed me
The eternal night
Must lift eventually 
And nothing craves dark
Like molds


The apothecary is closed
This time of year
Dust and webs
Cover the vials and potions 
Herbs have long gone stale
It's winter in this heart
And nothing grows in the cold
Maybe the return of spring will
Warm and coax that which
Hides away
It's not personal
It's just that time of year 
When frost dominates love
And warmth never stood a chance

Thursday, October 16, 2014


Be The Perfect
Wife.... Cook and clean and
          Make sure your spouse is happy
Mother.... See the child is fed and 
          Clothed and never wants in life
Employee.... Never miss a deadline or
          Add to company drama
Friend.... Be available and understanding  
          In case something upends 
Person.... Never complain or let them
          See you cry 
All the perfects.
I'm set up to fail
For I can only be the 
          perfect storm.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


Practical girl
I'm shy
Words are difficult
Beautiful girl 
I'm smitten
Feelings are tricky
Troubled girl
I'm scared
Weapons can hurt
Clueless girl
I'm yours
If you want
Everything girl
I'm nothing
Without you here

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


The ribbons of red
Fan out in all direction. 
It's not just my eyes. 
It's my feet. My hands. 
Stigmata dripping blood
For the world to see. 
Inward pain directed out, as if 
Manifestation reinforces to you
What I already know to be true. 
A thousand voices confirmed.
You don't belong here.
And I'll prove one last time 
How right they are as it becomes
Impossible to separate
Blood from bath.


A nighttime full of terrors.
Dark, twisted things
Stirring things stored away
During the light of day.
A battle with no sword.
A war with no guns.
Demons pummel 
The only spot they can: 
My charred and exposed soul.
The sun comes up and
My life depends on finding 
A new hiding spot. 

Monday, October 13, 2014


A long time ago, and
Far far away
There was a fractured girl.
Every night she prayed
Ravens would gather her up and
Take her away. 
Hurt and abandoned, she 
Optimistically held onto hope that the
Ugliness she felt would fall away.
Giants and lovers would 
Hold her close and 
Take the wretched darkness away.


That look you give.
You know the one.
Eyes full of fire that
Threaten to smolder my soul.
A look of promise
That devours sanity. 
Brand me again in places 
No one sees. 

Friday, October 10, 2014


Falling into the blackberry brambles
I knew going in would hurt
And I fell into it anyway 
The blackberries were too sweet
To ignore 
And now each thorn I pull out
Leaves a bigger and bigger hole
In my side
In my flesh
In my soul
Until all my tears and 
All my blood are
Mingled on the
Hardening autumn ground
Left for next season's benefit
Or for someone else to walk over

Thursday, October 9, 2014


It's impossible 
To tell which carries more weight

Tuesday, October 7, 2014


I get to stare out
From my glass box.
Everyday I see 
People glancing from the corner
Of their eye
As they run to work.
Children pressing fingers and noses
To the grimy glass to gawk.
Ladies holding hands with
Gentlemen as they stroll 
And make their wish lists.
And all I can do 
Is stand
And look at a world outside 
That's so beautiful 
Plastic tears stain my
Wax face. 


It's impossible 
To mourn something that never
Existed you Fool. 

Monday, October 6, 2014

The Clockwork Heart

All the clicks and clacks
The gentle whirs and stirs
Mesmerized by the tiny gears
As they spin their magic
The clockwork heart
It beats and ticks
And carries on
Never stop little rabbit
For fear of rust
Run and run
And run again
And don't you dare break
You'll be tossed in the trash 

Friday, October 3, 2014


A word
Shouted into nothing.
It bounces and echoes 
In the canyon of the universe.
Eventually one word
Becomes cacophony 
And the noise becomes
Ears left bleeding and deaf
And I'm one-fifth less a person
When it comes to finding you

Thursday, October 2, 2014


Skipping stones
On bits of broken glass.
The city is dirty
And ragged.
The smell of industry and oil.
The washed out color palette. 
Don't share.
Take what you can.
Steal when you need to.
No one is here to help you
While you escape the rain
Under the trusses.
Fend for yourself 
Forgotten Soul
While the city tries to
Retch you out. 

Monday, September 29, 2014


Glass half empty
Too far now to turn around
Hopefully there will be 
Shelter soon
The light keeps coming closer
Can't tell if it's angels or spaceships
Maybe the train carrying promises 
Has derailed
Since vows are only lies that haven't
Yet come true

At Arms

Steadfast Tin Soldier
Becomes Soldier of Fortune
My heart is shattered.

Thursday, September 25, 2014


Sidling my feet
Along the gravel
Completely unsure
Of myself
Eyes kept downward 
As I approach 
She looks over
And I reveal the daisy 
From behind my back
I'm unable to breathe
As I wait
For any reaction

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


You're so very smart 
You bruise what others can't see
And hearts don't heal well 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


The world tilts
And tilts back
The winter shift is on
And the thief steals my sun
Leaving cold in her wake 
Casting a large shadow
As she leaves the flower behind
I'm left to dream
About warmth's return 
A shiver
A shudder
Then black
Tears can water 
My roots


Reach out.
It's just a fingertip.
I'll hardly notice it missing.
Keep reaching out.
A finger or two isn't a big deal.
Reach out again
And now a hand is missing.
But I sill have arms
I can still hold.
Do I reach out and
Lose to the elbow now?
I'm running out of arm
To slice off.

Monday, September 22, 2014


Dig until you can't 
Dig anymore, bitch. And then
Enjoy your new home.

Friday, September 19, 2014


It creeps up
By your feet
Swirling and hugging 
Your ankles
Travels up your leg and
Wraps tightly around
Your waist
Arms thrown wide 
You hug the air
That spirals and spirals 
And lifts your hair to
The sky 
Your entire body wrapped in wind
You'll never know you're strangling
Until the sky turns red

Thursday, September 18, 2014


Wanted posters shout:
Looking for elusive 
Self Esteem -
Criminal Outlaw
Crusher of dreams
Destroyer of hope

No reward 

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Neither loud nor silent
Not gorgeous or ugly 
That horrible in between
Where no one notices you
Lost in the moat of plainness 
That divides the extremes
Possible to drown 
Without fanfare 
Better to fade unnoticed
Don't worry the edges

TwitterShort Challenge 4



                After spending forty-five minutes in a high intensity workout on the treadmill, I thought I would reward myself with a cup of hot tea. Naturally. Because after working out your heart to near explosion and sweating your ass off, it only made sense to drink a scalding hot beverage. I was going to show those bathroom scales who the boss was. Afterward tea always seemed to be the right way to calm myself.

                I had just placed the teapot from the cupboard on the counter when I heard a noise from the front room. My roommate was visiting family in Peoria, and I knew she wasn’t supposed to be home for another day. My jacked up heart rate only went higher. I couldn’t remember if I had locked the front door or not. And someone was definitely in my brownstone.

                I looked all over my kitchen for some kind of weapon. A travel coffee cup wouldn’t amount to much. Neither would the staple gun I’d brought from school since it was empty. The only thing left to grab was the cast iron pan.

                I grabbed the heavy skillet and headed toward the living room, hoping the intruder was still in the hallway. My first floor made a circle with the front door hallway, dining room, kitchen, and living room. I didn’t dare peek from the dining room to see if he was there.

                I crept as quietly as I could. My naked feet were soft on the Persian rug that covered the threshold between the kitchen and living room. I saw a shadow of the man thrown on the wall by the front door. I clutched my pan with both hands and drew it back over my shoulder. My knees were shaky. I was so jacked up on adrenaline and fear that I felt like I had no bones. I was certain a rubber chicken would have more ability to stand upright.

                I summoned all the courage I could and charged the man. I swung the cast iron with every bit of strength I had. With that one swing I remembered why I never made the softball team. Total whiff.

                “Jayzus Krryss, Eleanerr! Whahter y’doon?” the figure shouted as he ducked.

                There was no mistaking the accent.

                “Holy fuck, Tommy. I’m so sorry.” My face turned scarlet as my neighbor turned to look at me.

                “I goht a piece a’ yerr mail. Saw th’ door wa’zohpun.”

                “The door was open?” I asked, fear one more grabbing my heart.

                Suddenly a crash came from the kitchen.

                Someone, or something, was definitely in my brownstone.



Tuesday, September 16, 2014


I've been here too long
My feet are itchy
And my legs want to stretch
The streets and winding roads that
Threaten to swallow me
In their familiarity 
Push me to seek 
Something that makes me 
Feel once more
Something to finally break 
And allow me to grow
Something that says it's ok
To smile

Monday, September 15, 2014


Watching the time tick
Fumbling the lock pick
Lost in a small park
Crying in pitch dark
Making a small sound
Wishing to be found
Holding a rose fast
Praying it will last
Portal to a heart
Knowing it's false start 

Sunday, September 14, 2014


Imagine courage 
Enough to jump but then not
Enough weight to die 

Thursday, September 11, 2014


When feeling becomes
Harder to bear alone
Everyone surrounding you 
Runs away
Everything is confusing
Architecture crumbles
Rivers run dry
Energy is stolen
You do your best to be
Optimistic however

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


Wall after wall
Of frustration 
Beat the walls until
Your hands bleed
Scream until your ears close
And voice goes silent 
There's no one to hear
The isolation chamber 
Doesn't care how hungry
Or thirsty you are 
It doesn't even acknowledge you exist
Just how alone
You really are 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


There sits my love
Across the sea
I imagine her laugh
As we text, we chat
Every facet of her an inspiration
Crafting beauty from a void
And she'll never know
The depths of my love 
Because I wander to the shore
And stare at the waves
Unable to go farther
For I am afraid of the water

Sunday, September 7, 2014

New Grey 3

     After three days of travel, the landscape started to look familiar. The trees became more twisted. The ground became more barren. The familiar scent of sulfur danced in my nose. I never realized how home sick I had been until that moment.
     I had been fighting in the fifth civil war for over twelve years. For most of that time, I was in charge of messaging and correspondence. I knew I would never be called as a general, and I excelled at my position. The last mission I was commissioned to do put me on the front lines. That's when I found myself with fatal wounds and trapped under a fallen sister. The Unknown Angel gave his blood and I found myself changed. After a bizarre encounter with strange creatures in the woods, I knew I needed to find answers. Home was calling me back.
     I breathed deeply of the acrid air and tears nearly spilled from my eyes. Had it been so long since I'd seen this place? The sprawling castle of The King looked sweeter than I'd ever seen it look before. I kicked my heels in to drive my horse faster. The last five minutes of the ride were at a dead sprint. I jumped from my horse and crashed through the castle gates. I barely heard my feet hit the cold stone flooring. My all consuming thought was to enter the throne room and throw myself at The King's feet and weep with joy at being home.
     And suddenly my perfect vision was before me. There He was. The King. Shining and beautiful and everything that made sense in my world. I finally loosed the tears from my eyes and they streamed down my dirty face. I raced across the room and grabbed at His ankles.
     "FATHER!" I cried with breathless joy.
     I was met with silence.
     "Who are you?" He asked.
     Then the world I thought had just been righted completely tilted.

Saturday, September 6, 2014


And wandering the woods
I've lost the trail
Panic sets in
How will I get through
There is no way for anyone 
To find me 
There is no way for me 
To tell you I'm lost
Drowning without water
Racing heart
Beads of sweat weave their path
Along my skin
Shivering from fear
I'm crippled
And waiting to die
Please find me.

Thursday, September 4, 2014


On your knees
Keep them fifteen inches apart 
Don't hide anything
Tops of feet rest on the floor
Hindquarters to heels 
Bound wrists comfortably
Against your spine
Keep that back straight
Keep those shoulders back 
It's too early to show fatigue
Chin up, toy
That blindfold isn't going anywhere
You gave command 
For me to orchestrate 
So you take the fall
And Scarlet Woman rises

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


Skip and skip
And skip again
A broken heart 
A broken record
Makes no difference
A heartsong that replays 
Over and over
Burns my lungs
Catches my throat 
Fires my brain
Fuels my soul
And oh the nights are so very long

Monday, September 1, 2014


She is close enough
To touch 
To smell
Brilliant and carefree
Appropriate laughter placed
Strategically to win them over
Bat of eyelashes 
She pulls them in
They always see her
While I stand in her growing shadow
Alone and shivering 

Sunday, August 31, 2014


Just a flicker
Then I must hide away.
Seconds of joy
Just fleeting moments
Then I'll hide behind
That Vulcan mask 
Of emotional neutrality that
Everyone expects.
Don't be too happy. 
Don't be too sad.
Others can't handle the emotions. 

Friday, August 29, 2014

One True Hero

There was a maiden fair
With flaming locks of hair 
Everyone knew 
Her heart was true
The Lass with Flaming Hair

The Quest she chose was rare 
At times it wasn't fair
But she did fight 
With all her might
The Lass with Flaming Hair

She drove her snow white mare
Straight to the dragon's lair
And battle-worn
A Hero's Born!
The Lass with Flaming Hair

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


And once I fall to my knees 
Ready to accept fate's choice
The storm cloud shifts  
And the sun reassures
That time goes forward. 
The kiss of light on dampened skin
Warms and calms. 
The heat spreads from flesh to soul. 
And your smile goes on forever. 

Friday, August 22, 2014


Horsehair on catgut 
Isn't it the most lovely
Sound of irony?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


Colors dull
Everything softens
The loss of feeling
Craving an injection
A shot
Just a sip
Of the thing that makes me
Part of you. 

Friday, August 15, 2014


Center stage
Single Fresnel pointed down 
And I'm supposed to step into it
On display
Be what they want 
No one will have you if you don't 
Put on a show to the dark that surrounds
Maybe you'll be lucky 
Maybe someone will choose you 
Out goes your light
Shuffle back to your cage you ugly thing
And take as your proof that
Lonlieness is your beauty

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


I'm not sure what
Makes you stand out.
I only know 
Something happens,
Something magical, when 
Your soul turns my way. 
Over the moon.
Under your spell. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014


A gift wrapped in skin
Eyes down cast
Perfectly still 
Barely breathing
Praying for acceptance 
She holds out the leash 
You look and consider
Thirty seconds of silence
That seem eternity
Then finally approval
And air fills my lungs again 

Friday, August 1, 2014


Sometimes your unexpected kindness
Obliterates me and turns the 
Usual drab into a glorious 
Sunlight breaks the carapace of 
Menacing darkness trapped
Inside a tortured and 
Lost soul.  
Enlighten my heart and
Seal my wounds, Maestro. 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

TwitterShort Challenge #3



           The first day of school sometimes comes all too quickly. Not this year.

            See, it was my first day of comedy college.

            And fairies take laughter seriously.


            I looked all around the commons and immediately felt at home. Over in the corner were a group of Jesters, those brave fairy masters of pure physical comedy. The art form of self-depreciating humor through trips and bumbles really didn’t make a big splash on the scene before the Middle Ages. Although Jesters are rarely called upon anymore,  I gave them a big smile and a wave as I walked past. One of them stood up to wave back, but the chair slipped out from under him, and he crashed to the floor. Genius.

            Another group you could find on campus was the Twisters. They had a knack for nudging things to set off a ridiculous chain of events. One time I saw a Twister loosen a thread in a mom’s yoga pants when he did the laundry. When she bent over to pick up her kid’s toys, the seam of her britches split wide open. This made her one year old howl with glee. The uncontrollable laughter of the baby startled the cat. The cat scrambled to get away from the shrieking baby and launched itself off the couch and hurdled over the coffee table, knocking off an entire bowl of cheese puffs the mom had been munching. Next thing you know, the peacefully sleeping dog was covered in head to toe in cheese puff dust. Brilliant.

            We even have a highly trained, specialized department called THTSDTMBLAN, more commonly known as The Highly Trained, Specialized Department That Makes Babies Laugh At Nothing. Where that ridiculous acronym came from has to be a story unto it self. The Faders have maybe the hardest job of all. Invisibility. It takes a special type of fairy to be always anonymous and never take credit for one single peal of laughter. The next time you see some kid giggling at thin air, remember to say, “Good job, Fader!” They’ll appreciate that.

            I was headed for none of those departments. I looked down at my portfolio. I had a whole new path for this college to take. My specialty was electronics. I was eager to show the Dean how I had successfully mastered tinkering with gadgets to give them Electronic Tourette’s. That’s right. I could make robots swear. And no one would ever be able to discern why or when it would happen next.

            I was at the Dean’s door. I took a deep breath and knocked.

Thursday, July 24, 2014


Is it worth the laugh?
Always being the jester?
Monsters hide in all
Types of places. 
Inbibe the wine. 
Run toward the danger. 
Everyone stops to watch you

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Sometimes it's hard to breathe
Telling stories to stay alive
Reliving the cuts over and over 
Until you've bled out
Going left
Going right 
Leave your heart at the door until
Everyone's boots have had a turn

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


Strung out
Flung out
All the feeling wrung out 
Tap dance
Wide stance
Spear me with another lance
Blood red
Mud head
Never mind the words you said
Last pawn
Fast gone
Will never see another dawn

Tuesday, July 8, 2014


And in bed
I reach down with my hand 
And shove it into my chest
Where a heart should be. 
It grabs at nothing. 
It comes back covered 
In sludge and tar.
A thing alive as it climbs my arm
And threatens to steal my air.
It races up my shoulder. 
It squeezes my neck. 
I gasp and kick
And claw at my face.
And then I wake up
And in bed. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


Filled with overwhelming ugliness.
The forgotten girl. 
The lonely girl. 
She sits on the porch stairs
And keeps looking down the road. 
No one is coming. 
Her straw hair blows in her face. 
Her cheeks burnt by the sun. 
Her shoulders and soul naked. 
No one is there to see. 
The dirt-packed road empty. 
And still she sits. 
Yet the saddest part is
She doesn't even know why she waits. 

Sunday, June 29, 2014


Stupid girl
He'll never notice. 
Doesn't matter how much
Make up you use. 
You could scream on street corners.
You could spend a million dollars.
He'll never notice. 
Stupid boy
Why do you try?
She has her world
Of crystal and glitz. 
Wrapped in what she wants to see. 
Why do you try?
Until a stupid girl and a stupid boy
Finally look and find 
They aren't so stupid after all. 

Saturday, June 28, 2014


A tiny hole in the tree.
Critters live and
Hunted hide. 
The hollow of a soul is different.
It's not safe or comforting.
It's just empty. 
An apple cored. 
Something people see through. 
No matter what you cram
Into that breach
It will always be a canyon. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014


The joy
The absolute rapture
My blue light special
And I'm pouring my heart
Into a little black box 
And sealing it with red wax
And kisses. 
Buried in the backyard.
Do not disturb 
Until forever.


Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Perched on the edge. 
Stairs looming.
One tiny breeze
Will push me over.
And then you rush by. 

I'm in a heap
Wondering if you'll set me upright. 
But I'm not uncomfortable 
So I'll just lay here a while
Until you notice. 
My stitched smile 
Ready to comfort
For when I'm needed. 

Thursday, June 19, 2014


Bound and breathing easy. 
Pitch black. 
Left on my side. 
Curled fetal. 
Tears evaporated. 
Only the salt remains. 
Iron on a broken lip.
Broken feels comfortable. 
Broken is familiar. 
Broken is home. 
I'm afraid of the sun.
Better to suffer the devil you know
Than trust yourself with things that burn.

Pas de Deux

Dancing on the wind 
Makes it hard to stay still.
All the upswept moments
All the music
Every beat
Tattooed on my heart.
Arabesque words
Bourrée thoughts
Relevé emotions
Each pulling light from dark.
Action from nothing.
More demanding than ever,
But peaceful faced. 
We could be two
That move as one
And make the wind jealous. 


Wednesday, June 18, 2014


This isn't romance. 
There are no love letters, no long looks. 
This isn't infatuation. 
There are no giggles, no day dreaming. 
This isn't forever. 
There is only right here, right now. 

This is brutal. 
This is swift. 
This is soul crushing. 
This is harsh. 
This is punishment. 
This is reward. 

Only the beauty that follows is eternal. 

Thursday, June 12, 2014


"Do it" the voice says.
How can I not listen?
There's no escaping.
"You're worthless" the voice says.
I agree. 
"If only you were prettier, people might see you" the voice says.
It's not wrong. 
"You worthless, ugly thing" the voice says.
I feel the warmth of tears threaten.
"They won't be able to ignore you now" the voice says. 
I take a deep breath. 
"Do it" the voice says.
My breath bursts from my lungs. 
"Maybe tomorrow, Voice."
Maybe tomorrow. 

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Broken Girl and The Clever Boy - Red

            Every day the Clever Boy, with his tiny mechanical feet, shuffled down the same cobblestone path. And every day the Clever Boy saw the same sights and turned the same turns and whistled the same song. And the Clever Boy was happy.
            Until one day something was different.
            The Clever Boy, whistling the same song, shuffling his tiny mechanical feet suddenly stopped. He saw a box. This was new. He approached it with caution. He saw an ordinary brown packing box full of gears and pieces. Next to this box was a sign: I CAN’T FIGURE HER OUT. MUST BE BROKEN - FREE.
            The Clever Boy turned his square head this way and that wondering why in the world anyone would discard such beautiful, shiny pieces. He gathered the box into his jointed copper arms and returned to shuffling his tiny mechanical feet, turning the same turns, and whistling the same song until he reached his home.
            Once the Clever Boy was home, he began to unpack the many shiny pieces. He laid them out gently and lovingly. It seemed as if everything was in order, so he decided he would reassemble the Broken Girl.
            Every day after his walk the Clever Boy would work on his Girl. The work was slow, but he was patient. And after a time, the Broken Girl no longer looked broken. However, it seemed as if a piece was missing after all. Luckily, the Clever Boy knew exactly what to do.
            He pinched the corner of his chest plate and pulled it open, exposing all the whirring cogs and gears. He reached in his chest and pulled out his Red metallic heart. He knew it would only hurt for a second, so he took a big mechanical breath and broke off a piece of it. He quickly put his heart back and closed the latch. He drove his tiny mechanical hand into the Broken Girl’s chest. He pulled back his hand and clutched it close to his chest. Then waited.
            A sputter.
            A clunk.
            A wheeze.
            And suddenly she wasn’t so broken anymore.
            So every day the Clever Boy, with his tiny mechanical feet, shuffled down the same cobblestone path. And every day the Clever Boy saw the same sights and turned the same turns and whistled the same song. And the Clever Boy was very, very happy because his Girl was holding his tiny mechanical hand.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

New Grey 2




            My horse was skittish for a while. Not sure if it was the lingering scent of death or apprehension about moving forward. With each step farther from the battlefield, I could feel strength and power growing inside me. The Unknown Angel giving the Faceless Demon his blood. And now I was something new.

            My horse took me away from the battlefield and toward the timberline. Once I was surrounded by trees, I could hear whisperings. Each time I turned my head to see the source, my eyes saw nothing and the noise would stop. I nudged my horse to move a bit faster.

            I was very nearly through the trees when I finally saw black smoke tendrils dancing in the tree tops. Strange smoke creatures with reddened eyes looked back at me. Weird dog-shaped creatures that had clawed feet. They talked to each other in whistles and clicks, a language I was unfamiliar with. They moved almost ghostlike between trees just to reform ahead of me and watch me pass. I keep my eyes upward, watching them as I rode past. They didn’t seem malicious even though the sight of them was unnerving.

            Once I was through the thicket, I turned my horse around and looked back at the wood. There were hundreds of them crawling all over the tree tops, their red eyes luminous. “You don’t frighten me,” I stated in a clear voice.

            The murmurings stopped and they all stared at me. Then they hissed. I almost drew the sword I had at my side, when I realized they were laughing. They were laughing at me. All of them in unison, shaking the trees from their amusement. Why was I funny? And who were these things?

            I turned my horse away from the tree line and rocked forward in the saddle, encouraging my horse forward. There was only one place I knew to start looking for answers. And that was home.











Monday, May 19, 2014


A million busy thing occupying me
And you are the last thing on my mind.
How many times did I hit snooze?
Did I close the garage door?
Did I turn off the coffee machine?
And you are the last thing on my mind. 
Did I lock my car? 
Did I remember to reschedule that appointment?
Am I getting called for a meeting today?
And you are the last thing on my mind. 
What do I need from the grocery store? 
Do I have enough gas to get home?
And you are the last thing on my mind.
My mind races all day. 
Did I make my rent payment?
Does my boss recognize my hard work?
Will family be coming to visit soon?
And you are the last thing on my mind. 
And finally I head for bed 
Ready to close out the world.
Yet right before I fall asleep
There you are. 
The last thing on my mind. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014


I followed the trail
The crumbs left behind 
Not knowing where it lead.
I picked up the pieces
The broken jagged shards
Not knowing how to fix them. 
I looked down the path
The dark and twisted thing
Not knowing what awaited. 
I hoped for the best
The bright and shining future
Not knowing there wasn't one. 

Author's note: original artwork created by @DrPaJi. Gratitude for your beautiful, amazing creation, Sir. 

Thursday, May 15, 2014


I know I'm invisible. 
I hear your name and it makes 
My soul sing.

I know I'm invisible. 
I see your picture and it makes
My heart leap. 

I know I'm invisible. 
I hear your voice and it makes
My knees weak. 

I know I'm invisible. 
I smell your cologne and it makes
My head spin. 

I know I'm invisible. 
I know you think you are, too.
But I see you everywhere you aren't. 
Every sense in use
And enveloped by you. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


          I cannot escape
          Then suddenly I'm cold
          And exhausted from screaming

My dream is my curse is my muse 
     And will always be tucked away
          In my cloaked heart.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014


Her laughter explodes
As she skips away. 
She twirls and turns back. 
Just for a second. 
She's happy. 
She's beautiful. 
She's amazing. 
She's brilliant. 
She tucks a strand behind her ear
And twirls some more. 
Dress flowing in the wheat. 
She's my everything. 
She's laughter. 
And always just out of reach. 

Saturday, May 3, 2014

New Grey

     It was black and charred. A twisted mess beyond recognition. It was hard to tell if it was a brother or sister. And the field continued like that for miles. Bodies broken and smoldering. The battlefield an overwhelming scene of death. I rode my horse along a twisted path to avoid touching the corpses. I did not want to disturb. I did not want anyone to know I was here. Everyone thought I was dead.
     After ten minutes of careful treading, I could finally turn around and take in the entire scene. There were hundreds of thousands of bodies from both sides littering the open field. The angels lay dead with the demons. The battle had taken more than its due from each opponent. I wanted to cry at the number lost by all. And where did it leave me? What was I now? Why was I spared?
     It almost seemed like a dream now. I was on my back, trapped under one of my dead sisters. The angel stood over me. I was sure he meant to drive his fiery weapon through me and claim his victory. He paused, and spoke “Surely, your wounds have already claimed your life. I can not claim what is already taken.” As he held his weapon aside, one of my brothers across the field made true with his bow and arrow. This nameless angel looked at his chest. He looked at me. “Learn,” was all he said. He pulled the arrow from his chest with a grimace. The blood from his wound was a fountain. It poured over me. It fell into my mouth and my eyes. I nearly choked. The angel fell forward and hid me from view. For the next three hours, I could only listen as casualties mounted all around me. The screams of my dying siblings intermingled with the prayers of the dying angels rang in my ears. At some point, I lost consciousness.
     When I awoke and heard nothing but silence, I pushed the dead angel from me. I was surprised by the ease of it. I sat up and moved my dead demon sister. Again, the actions were easier than they should have been. I stood up and found all my wounds had been healed. The angel’s blood coursed through my veins now as surely as my own. Some bizarre hybrid of light and dark. “Good” and “Evil”.
     Now the future lie unbearably open as I kicked my heels into my horse’s sides. I wasn’t sure where to go, so I let my horse decide the path.

Thursday, May 1, 2014


Misery loves company, or so I've heard before.
It seems to contradict my soul to core.
Alone, alone to hide the beast of me
And keep the image pure and clean and free.
People wouldn't understand the face 
I'd show them in this wretched, ugly place. 
I couldn't stand to have them know that I 
Am so convinced I'm only here to die.  
Much, much better to keep a dream alive
And let them all believe I'm five by five. 


Years of isolation 
An island of my own making
Staring at the water
It's beautiful 
It's perfect 
I won't touch it 
Don't disturb 
This picture perfect scene
This flawless illusion
My private paradise 
Please don't come here
Don't wake the giant
Don't rattle the chain
It's quite nice here
The storm resides outside this bubble
And I fear you'll bring it with you 

Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Each turn of the flower
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me 
He loves me not
Turn the flower again, girl
The spin makes me dizzy
The scent drives me mad
Keep turning 
Keep plucking 
If only this flower would stop
Regrowing its petals
This long, unending love chase
Has no happily ever after 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


I am difficult to love. 
Full of doubt, insecurity. 
Far too familiar with being used. 
A broken and battered thing. 
Never had time to let the cuts
Turn to scars. 
Exposed and raw. 
Frightened and alone. 
Black and blue. 
Lost and drowning. 
And Harbor is so far away. 

Saturday, April 26, 2014


The single word
Is a lightning bolt
It jolts me awake
It makes me want another
And another
The word is beautiful
Each time changing me
Into something new
A soul breathing for the first time
Over and over again

Friday, April 25, 2014

The First Lie



            “Are you okay?”

            It was a simple enough question. And yet instantly time stopped and my brain was flooded with a million thoughts.

            Four years together. Four years that boiled down to this single moment. His confession was surprising but not completely unsuspected. I wasn’t a fool. I just never thought he’d admit it.

            My mind raced to hang on to the good things. The dinners. The laughter. The late night phone calls. My four years were spent telling him any thing and everything.  The first person I’d ever wanted to share all of my truths. And standing on this precipice of knowledge that I’d shared more than I ever had before with someone crushed my soul. I wanted to run away. I wanted to reject his words. I wanted to pretend nothing had changed. And yet here was his truth. His truth staring me in the eyes. His truth breaking my heart into a million pieces. His truth demanding an answer I could not give.

            What benefit was there in telling my truths any more?

             I raised my eyes. 

            “I’m fine.”




Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I don't want to go. 
I'm begging. 
Throwing myself at your feet. 
Please don't make me. 
The collar burns my throat. 
You have your boys take my arms. 
Heels dragging. 
Sobbing pleas. 
Pulling me back to the cage. 
I don't want to go back. 
I fight and twist to escape. 
It's for nothing. 
The distant eyes hide feeling. 
The cloaked face reveals nothing. 
I can't go back. 
Please please not again. 
I land hard against the wall of my box. 
The boys leave me. 
And there is the return of The Nothing. 
CLINK goes the lock
That echoes into forever. 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Heel - the low, the servant 
Quick to please for rising up
Through the ranks is important. 

Hip - the crucial joint joining
Top and bottom. Dedicated to keeping things held together. 

Hand - the one willing to do
What is necessary. For good or nil. 
No questions asked. 

Heart - as close as close can be. 
Treasured. Loved. Protected. 

Head - the one who controls it all 
And does whatever she
Damn well pleases. 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


It seems I exist. 
But in a self-contained world 
I can create whatever truth suits me. 
But do I truly exist 
Until someone else thinks about me? 
Do their thoughts bring me to life? 
Do their longings put breath in my lungs? 
Do their wishes create the spark 
That is my soul? 
And how do I exist without you? 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


Beautiful girl
Windswept girl
Brush the hair from your eyes
And don't be afraid 
To let the world see
What I do. 
Stunning girl
Dancing girl 
I'll hold your hand
While you share your smile. 
It brightens your eyes 
And highlights your soul.
The beauty resides within.


The last glass of wine
Dead silent 
Save the crackle of fire
No point looking at the time
Darkness tells the story
Speaks the truth
I look at the mantle
People in stone homes
Shouldn't throw glass.  

Thursday, April 3, 2014


The Muse
It drives you


The flash of knowledge 
Back in the Garden 
Realizing you'd been naked all along. 


Straight faced
Straight laced 
Corset pinches at the waist. 
Make up on
Tears all gone 
Never let them know what's wrong.
High heel
Book deal
Hiding what you really feel. 
Long night
Chin up. It will be alright. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


Hideous creatures.
Ugly distorted bodies. 
Fanged teeth and yellowed claws.
Cast out.
They hunch over muddied earth
And glare hatefully at each other. 
They hiss and shriek when someone
Gets too close anymore. 
And I will feel right at home. 

Saturday, March 29, 2014


Does the sunset happen before 
Or after the sunrise? 
Perspective confuses
The timeline of things. 
Hard to see which came first. 
Even more difficult to 
Tell what is real
And what is simply
An illusion of wishes. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

TwitterShort Challenge #2




            I never thought that Bones would go through with it. He’d been threatening for years. And now Stinky was dead, just like he’d promised.

            We got the anonymous call about 2:30 that we needed to send a bus over to Stinky’s house. I got three officers and headed that direction.

            The front door was ajar when we got there. When I nudged the door, Stinky’s black cat Bootsy came screaming out from behind it. That damn cat was lucky it didn’t get shot. My boys were edgy already. Instead, the cat scrambled from the porch and tore down the front stairs. Once it reached the hedge line, I never saw it again.

            I waved with my left hand as my right shoulder pressed the door the rest of the open. The smell was overpowering. The combined stench of death, marijuana, and filth was enough to knock over a cow.

            The doorway lead to a living room and to Stinky. He was on the couch with his back to us and a game controller in his hand. Crash Bandicoot’s opening screen was on the TV in a perpetual loop. There was a single gunshot to the back of the head. Stinky never new what hit him.

            As I circled my way around the couch, I could see that the large caliber bullet had removed half of Stinky’s face. It was gonna be a closed casket for sure. Other random objects littered the living room. A milk crate of vinyl records. A singular crutch. An empty fish tank. Empty baggies and mildewed papers covered half the floor.

            Then something caught my eye. Blood. Old blood. Stained into the tan carpet.

            I followed the trail down the hallway as if the stains were breadcrumbs. When I reached the open door of the back bedroom, I nearly lost it. Looks like old Bones was right.

            In the middle of the floor was a pile of animals. Dogs. Cats. Squirrels. And there was an astounding amount of blood. You could taste the iron in the air. If the blood spatter was glitter, it would have been enough to make a stripper choke. All the missing pets. All the local wildlife. Heaved into one giant haystack of carcasses. There had to be at least 40 furry bodies bled and discarded into the pile. It was one of the most horrible things I had seen in my 12 year career on the force.

            I backed out of the room and headed toward the front porch. Even though I hadn’t smoked for years, I pulled my lighter from my pocket, closed my eyes, and lit up the imaginary cigarette. I took in a sharp breath and mentally pictured the smoke filling my lungs. I hollered for Butch to find Bones and take him in for questioning.

            It was gonna be a long afternoon.