In the richest soil, uprooted flourished trees of all shades of the seasons. Sweeping colors of brown and green Pink and yellow. Beneath all the rich soil, laid deep-rooted Withered and frail Dull tree Instead, it watched As others were being played with by children Supporting the littlest of nests and animals And flaunting their vibrant leaves. The withered tree soaked in awe, using the littlest of its strength to stand tall But beneath its deep roots It once held a memory of its own vibrant and sweeping colors.
The Sun God lounged in his sun-dust throne. Star servants shooting past the halls of his throne room , others carrying out their daily tasks, while The Sun God watched blankly. “My God of life and light, the night is ending and the sun has yet to rise.” A Star Folk informed the Sun God his usual routine. He mustn’t be a moment late or a moment early. “I’ll report to my watch tower this moment.” The God rose from his throne and excused the servant. Once he reached the other halls of the palace, servants bowed their heads, seemingly warmed by the light emitting from his skin. His towering figure passing by the brilliant and glimmering halls.
The Sun God reached his watch tower, where he watched the globe of the earth from a distance in the vast space of the Solar System, with the help of his telescope, he watched the mortals. Nothing new. In the silence of space, he monitored the mortals while receiving piles of gifts at his door from other Gods.
“I already have all of this…” He groaned to the space of nothingness and tossed the gifts of star charts, gemstones, and tiny hand made models the other Gods would send him on a daily basis.
As his job, however, he knew it was only right to be a good model for the other Gods and Goddesses. He was the Sun’s perfection, after all. The mortals praised him from below. Mainly because of religious reasons as they prayed at alters.
Bringer of life Divinity light giver. __ __ He’s heard them all for thousands of years. Yet nothing brought him that happiness that he dearly gave to others. The warmth of his own light couldnt fill the cold space in his heart.
From the silence of the vast void of glimmering stars, he could hear them whisper. “Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”
Heavy rain pours from the fluffy clouds, and into the backyard. Our hands stained with sticky melted popsicles as we pour dish soap against the trampoline, forming slippery and foamy bubbles. Not a care in the world as the rain subdued our laughter and envoloped us into bliss.
Now, in a blink of an eye, it sits deserted, abandoned in the backyard. Hoping one day it would all go back to what it once was. But it fades into the darkness of forgotteness. Just as our memories do.
Where’d all the time go?
The ink of my pen drips down my hand into a puddle of dark reflection of nothingness Leaving behind scratches of flaring claws running down my arm Like the coffee stained paper spread across my desk.
As I print these words You left behind in the golden corners i upheld for you of my heart Flaring scratches and the tip of your pen logged through my heart. A pen playing with fire of my wooden heart, now dissolved into ashes of nothingness behind my back
You were a sheep in the flesh A predator in the blood. Spread across the table, you offered me pure and clean paper Only to stain in with coffee.
The ink of my pen drips down my hand into a puddle of dark reflection of what was once an unscathed heart.
Pain. It’s come crashing down on the weak Faithful to those that are hurt the most Known no boundaries Up roaring above all.
But only do few are left uninjured With injuries left behind by the storm
Only a few overcome the injuries The damage left behind
Other storms leave a scratch The Storm of Pain is stubborn With its violent winds. Comes knocking down your door unexpectedly
Pain.
A storm that will accompany you all your life.
So I reach a hopeful hand out to the cure that will be the antidote to my pain.
I’ll stay here forever and a day. Up in my little cloud From up here where I can’t dream of you
Without anyone seeing me cry No one to point a finger at my remorse But like I did, My little cloud of dreams is leaving.
From up here, I can’t hear your soothing voice I can't see your sky-blue eyes Where I can’t touch your silken hair
“I will never leave you.” I promised It hurt more when you pointed a finger at my lie It hurts more when I was not there to soothe To cradle you and your tears in my arms
Now, I’ll stay here forever and a day. Up in my little cloud. From up here where I wish to dream of you After I left you.
2 Hours Ago
Mother’s Day was especially dedicated to Morgan’s mother. She Face timed her at exactly 6:02 PM, wishing her a happy Mother’s Day. She could feel Mother’s squeal of excitement from the other line. “I’ll let you know all the details when I get back, sweetie.” Her mother’s high heels clanked on the side and her car keys jingled as she strolled to the restaurant. Morgan could make out her mother’s outfit, her favorite crimson red lipstick stained on her lips, she smiled as she stared at her gorgeous idol.
_“Alright, mom. Stay safe.” _ Morgan’s mother turned to the camera and blew a kiss at the screen staining the camera. _“Love you, my sweet cherry.” _
Morgan blew a kiss back. _“Love you too.” _
She pressed the end call button and leaped from the couch and into the kitchen where Morgan checked the cake in the oven she was preparing for her mother.
Red Velvet.
8:02 PM 2 hours later
Morgan kept the red velvet cake in the fridge when she made her way to the crime scene. Unsurprisingly, she received an unexpected call to head over to the scene. People die every day at any time, also unsurprising. This time, however, it would only get in the way of her plans to celebrate Mother’s Day. She double-checked checked she brought all her equipment. She also double-checked the message she sent her mother 20 minutes ago.
Morgan: Hey, I got a call from work Morgan: I left cake in the fridge for you when you get back Morgan: I won’t get back until later so leave some for me ❤️
Morgan: Mom?
No response. She was most likely busy with her date. Or like always, left her phone on silent.
When Morgan arrived at the scene, she was greeted by multiple cop cars, several witnesses outside the apartment building, and crime scene cleaners like herself. Morgan entered the apartment but she was not ready for what she saw.
The walls were a crimson color, and red light bulbs stained the walls like trickling blood. Morgan immediately began her cleaning process, thoroughly disinfecting the couch, the countertop, and blood stains smeared on the floor. She documented and photographed things such as red lipstick and car keys. Morgan’s heart sank when she noticed how identical they looked to her mothers. She quickly shook the thought away and stepped into the bedroom.
Morgan’s world shattered before her eyes.
On the bed, her mother lay on fluffed pillows, face down, and blood trickling down her flesh.
I had everything I wanted. Don’t you miss it too? Shards of incomplete, Foggy memories.
Now lost in the sea of forgotten Past reminders Wanting so desperately to put the pieces back together To see the reflection of precious moments one last time.
A sea where a young girl used to bathe in The sea where she would let her father carry her to the scary, deeper side of the ocean The sea which mom would be to scared to step in The ocean where we would bathe our long lost pets in Or the sea where the innocent girl clashed up by the waves and laughing when water entered her nose.
Now, lost in the sea of forgotten memories I reach my hand out to them but my hand submerged. And like any other, This memory will wash away along with all the rest of the sea.
“Clean up the blood. I’ll get rid of the expirement.” The scientist demanded his young assistant who was frozen. Not at the blood-curling sight of the corpse—if he could even call it that, but at the order. “Yes, doctor.” The assistant said brightly and didn’t waste another moment. The scientist wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his blood-drenched sleeve and huffed.
The beakers and endless rows of mixed compounds hissed as he walked past with the failed experiment dragged under him. He held onto the experiment’s ankles, inevitably leaving behind a trail of blood.
“Why?” He muttered under his breath and glared at the experiment. “If you only did your job right, we wouldn’t be here...”
As expected, he received no response.
“…has been reported missing, prompting local law enforcement to initiate a throughput invetigation into the disappearance…”
The small tv connected to the wall suddenly spoke. On the screen appeared the picture of a young lady, wearing a long white coat. A bright smile plastered on her face—nothing like the deformity of her face. The scientist smiled warmly at the beauty before him. The beauty he got to know before she failed to do her job right.
“Look. Its you sweetheart.” He held her hand and fiddled with the matching, bloodied ring on her finger
(What’s up with me writing horror lately— 😭)
