(Trigger warning, self harm, drug use, suicide; this one’s dark)
I am the sorrow,
The pain you feel each day.
I am addiction,
The cause of your deadly craze.
They call me depression;
You call me your friend,
Your enemy, your savior
Until the bitter end.
I am the scars on your skin,
The blood in your veins,
The darkness within -
Nothing of you remains.
You can get high to hide me,
Drink to...
Today
Memories are tied to me
Like weights
Pulling me deeper
Blocks of Lead
Sinking
Darkness encroaching
As I’m pulled
Further under
Today water
Burns my lungs
Every breath - pain
Pressure
I cough but
Can’t expel the sensation
Today I want to
Stop
Fighting
Today I want
To be one
With the water
Today I wish
To be lost forever
On the ocean floor
Today
I feel like dying
T...
Lying in soft grass
Eyes on the sky
Eyes on each other
Blue sky and his blue eyes
I tell him my dreams
He tells me his fears
We laugh and we cry
The fear disappears
The sky fades to pink
Fingers intertwined
Confessions to be told
That we don’t seem to mind
Orange clouds ballet
Darkening light
Comforting gaze
Beautiful sight
When our lips finally meet
And breaths become one
St...
I readied myself and fixed my gaze on the mirror.
I had always been short and scrawny, but now I was gaunt. Sickly. Ghastly palor like a corpse, with a matching physique. Dry, cracked skin caked in dirt. Tattered clothes hung from my withered frame. Muddy brown hair a wild wilderness, with a scraggly beard to match. Eyes sunken in, exhausted. Like two broken, dead emeralds. I was near skin and b...
They call me eccentric. They think me mad! They say she’s not real. That she’s my mother, sister, aunt, lost lover. Alas! The face that haunts my dreams. The face that will bring death! How many times have I painted her? Her portraits pepper my studio. I could fill galleries! I have seen her! I have seen her power! The hour of our doom- what’s this now? Footsteps? Who’s there? If that idiot boy of...
He’s grey, black, brown. His soft face grey, jagged black stripes, the forehead M pattern on any tabby. Narrow brown cheeks, terracotta nose for booping, freckles, long white whiskers like needles that pierce the soul. A face that begs for affection. Round absinthe eyes lined with pale beige, reflecting light and love. Slits for pupils that widen in excitement, darting curiously, always watching, ...
(Well, this is terrible)
The change is happening. I knew it would, but hoped I’d have more time. I stare at the claws where my nails once were, at my twisted fingers, at my jaundiced skin. I can’t bring myself to look at my reflection.
Waxing gibbous. I’m out of time. Blood thirst is building. It’s not like the movies. I will change on the night of the full moon, but there is no changing back. ...
The Thing powered its attack, and time stood still. John saw his life laid out before him, his days as a boy on the swing set, junior prom, flight school, the birth of his daughter. He was an explorer, not a soldier. He cursed himself for ever landing on this loathsome planet. He glanced left, gunfire and death. He glanced right, more of the same. John gripped his gun and steeled himself, digging ...
