Odette Eldrid always believed her kingdom’s old addage, the streets were paved in blood, to be a tad melodramatic.
For merely a year prior, the young woman couldn’t have imagined such a thing in actuality. The red headed warrior princess could easily imagine it now as she walked through the once bustling street of her capital city.
The very cobblestone street she’d walked down for her coronati...
I am not a butterfly,
I am a moth
which is to say
I am attracted to the light,
but I do not live in it.
I have plenty to say,
but no mouth to speak.
I do no harm,
but strike fear in many.
I am covered in intricate designs,
but not considered anyone’s beautiful.
I am a pollinator bringing life to the world,
but am hardly recognized for my good deeds.
I live a purposeful life
but am not meant...
If your hand could
reach inside my heart,
what would you do with it?
Would you hold
it as you might
a newborn?
With all the
delicacy love
and care
in the world.
Would you
whisper to it
sweet nothings
as it fluttered?
Tell it how
strong and
golden it is,
how beautiful.
Would you rub
it as you might
a sore, aching
back?
Massage away
the pain of
grief and
betrayal.
Would you
kiss it t...
I shall rhyme,
to keep the time.
AA
BB
CC
Don’t forget, DD.
I shall count
so as to know my syllables amount.
One
Two
Three
One, two.
Though, while I may count and rhyme,
my purpose is not only to keep the time.
It’s truly about the emotion;
the power of words well chosen.
See, I know of my power to make you cry
to make your heart twist shrivel up and die.
I even understand how to...
A ray of sunshine pierces through the
Blinds. A yawn splits my maw as I rise.
Can’t wait. Gotta pee. Tail wagging,
Dainty nails clacking on hardwood.
“Early bird gets the worm,” I tell my mom.
“F- off,” she grumbles but I bark again.
Guess she wants to do this the
Hard way. I howl my fury.
It’s time to get up, my bark pleads.
Just get up and let me pee!
“Keep your tail on!” Mom grumbles and I sm...
Is this the right thing to do?
I wish I knew, but I’m only twenty two.
Does this make me weak?
Choosing myself over the meek.
“Legs up here, hon.
Don’t worry. You’ll soon be done.”
A single tear slides from my eye.
Is it right to let my baby die?
The father is gone, no where to be seen.
My parents only bit of advice: “At least you’re not sixteen.”
Is this reason enough?
I take a deep br...
In my dreams, you’re a hero.
The man who pulled
his friends from a burning vehicle.
The one who couldn’t turn a blind eye.
In my dreams, you’re a protector.
The man who made me tell him
just how awful my boyfriend really was.
The one who sought vengeance in my honor.
In my dreams, you’re an adventurer.
The man who traveled the world
making friends wherever you went.
The one who attracted peopl...
The first year after your death was the hardest;
Largely because I still expected you to come back.
To walk in the door, with a sideways grin & a shrug.
Asking, “Did ya miss me?”
I do miss you; you have not come back.
Not that first year, nor the near six that’ve followed.
Meanwhile, each passing year the grief
has been harder and harder to swallow.
What am I to do this coming March?
When my bi...
Lights in the night sky,
shine bright even as I die.
They twinkle up so high
as a sticky warmth covers my thigh.
Another shot rings out
and my attacker falls with a shout.
He tries to shoot me once more, to make it count,
But he’s shot again. Dead without a doubt.
My partner drops at my side, screaming for aid,
praying for God to trade
as I start to fade.
I’m so afraid.
Blue and red lights fli...
