Slow to process-
Slow to speak-
Think, think, think-
So to speak.
Take it back-
It still reeks.
Perfume the doom-
With pleasant toiletries.
Eat the stink-
Or just brush your teeth.
Think, think, think.
Before you speak.
Highways will pass us;
Polluting your precious air.
City of Gases.
Do you ever reread a piece that you’ve written?
I want to be that one. ✨
Nothing like the candle’s kiss 🕯
That forces Darkness to come alive.
If you were the last person on earth-
I would kill you. 🌒
Inspire me that.
Chlorophyll is rape; in a sense.
If that’s what you’re into.
I have a theory about ‘Death.’
Also known as “Unknown.”
I am not an expert, by any means-
But these are my experiences, alone.
The last thing I saw, as I gave up on life-
Was my Grandma’s old bronze lamp.
As it swirled away the rest of the light-
My entire world went black.
The most quiet sleep, I had always craved-
Was suddenly- interrupted by a man?
If I had a life-
He scared it back into me-
For right in my face- he would stand. 👤
As close as he was, analyzing me-
He had no face and no hands.
Only because, he was right there so close-
Shoulder-length; was the sight that I had.
Seconds would be eternity-
Misinterpreting, I would go home-
Until his neck started ripping-
Only a sliver of skin; would hang on.
It horrified me enough-
To launch me back; Into the Trial of Sleep.
Then sitting right there, was my Mom-
Inconsolable, with her sea of weeps.
I tried so hard to call to her-
And assure her that I was alright.
Alas, she couldn’t hear me at all-
Because I chose to steal my life.
The Trial of Sleep is blank space-
I am not worthy of, to remember.
But my theory is-
During that time-
I was judged by the Almighty Savior.
Now the ‘Walk of Shame’
Has a new name-
As I live on to make amends.
But if you recall my story about that crow-
Then you also know how it ends. 🚪
I sold myself to the Devil once.
Though I am a woman of God.
He said, [“Quoth the Raven, Nevermore”]
But mine, did not make sound.
I awake from rest on the couch-
To see him flapping around.
It is an alarm!
It is Death!
It is Wisdom!
It is Change!
I did not see an entry-
No words which I could explain.
I could’ve let him kill him-
My pup; who made the chase.
But I chose to open the door;
To Free the crow-
From my confined space.
A warning at most?
Perhaps; for my darkest sin-
And though I let the crow out-
How in the world…
…Did he get in?
My Darling Readers~ 🌹
It is nice to meet you. 😈 You may call me “Kay.”
First off- Thank you. I’ve had such positive feedback already; despite my spontaneous appearance. (9/19/17) And I’m here to stay 😈
Do not hesitate to comment or contact me- I will intrigue you.😈 I would be happy to answer your questions; should you ask them. But I’d also like to get to know YOU! What better way to start than a simple compliment- right? Perhaps I will do the same. 😈
It is within you.”