Demons dance in the corners of my eyes. Whispers creep and crawl, bees hiss inside. My thoughts disordered and senseless, like a worm that eats through stone. Soul twisting shadows cause sickness unto death. Burning bush’s light extinguished. Inhale. Snap– Pause. Exhale. Mania, At last, it comes. Strength without reason, soon will drown my whole psyche. Rainbow storms and wishing stars, now the only things I perceive. Mind fairies fly, spinning dust to gold. Head now fractured – no – a sheathed God now free.
My teachers tell me I’m very mature for my age; They say it’s good to want to take care of others; I try my best to get good grades and do my chores; Momma screams and cries more and more lately.
They say it’s good to want to take care of others; I just want to be a good son, so that she gets better; Momma screams and cries more and more lately; Maybe, if I cook and clean for her, she’ll leave her bed.
I just want to be a good son, so that she gets better; My brother swears me being born broke her brain; Maybe, if I cook and clean for her, she’ll leave her bed; Sometimes, she argues against things no one else hears.
My brother swears me being born broke her brain; Daddy says I’m not to blame, and kids shouldn’t be the parent; Sometimes, she argues against things no one else hears; I don’t know what to do, but I need to help her more.
Daddy says I’m not to blame, and kids shouldn’t be the parent; I try my best to get good grades and do my chores; I don’t know what to do, but I need to help her more; My teachers tell me I’m very mature for my age.
That hot sweltering summer day, gusts of wind blasted out circular waves of daunting destruction, Its blades of doom ripped and cut deep to the bones;
Older than the entire town, grand cypresses howled and groaned under the pressure of vapor laced twister whips, Their sturdy bases thrashed and swayed with roots detaching from their homes;
Mauve hued honeysuckle flowers littered the ground and air, The emerging storm spread and tore all life asunder, Grey skies turned to emerald while the heavy clouds above erupted with all of Jupiter’s electrifying might;
Rain fell.
Waves of water and wind weaved together, houses and trees screeched alongside the katydids, all trying to survive and ride the tide, Huddles of bodies sheltering under a mattress serving as a roof for the bathtub, the weather and noise outside began to lull, Shades of green faded back to blue, the hurricane’s eye took over and all went still;
Silence fell.
Trapped within the massive storm, the rest of the greater globe ceased existing, Tricked and fooled by the quiet, we took our stead to peak out the fragmented window, Surrounded by newfound rivers as streets and cars its floating logs, I felt a strange calm, The second wall of milky grey clouds twisted into layers soon appeared on the horizon, Thick mist bled lavender color into the sky, there was no end in sight;
Rain still fell.
When Clarissa was only 8 years old, her beloved mother went missing. “I won’t be long, dear”, Clarissa’s father would later tell the cops was his wife’s last words. Several months later, they found her bones in a dry creek under a bridge. If only the investigators had cared enough to ask the poor woman’s young daughter what she remembered hearing. “I don’t belong here.” Her mother’s voice forever haunting and echoing in Clarissa’s mind.
Air in my lungs, once alive, now just woe, This dull life drains, a grey sunset greets me, Betwixt the oaks, ring o’ mushrooms aglow, It’s beckoning me near, no time to flee,
I swear, I can feel the Spanish moss’s stares, Leaves curled like a beard, glowing eyes appear; “Would you like to leave?”, a deep voice declares, Guarding the fairy ring, his face brings fear,
“Don’t panic, mortal. ‘Tis I, Père Malfait”, Arms come from the trees, grasping and twisting, Père taps the soil thrice, ‘shrooms form a doorway, Lights and sounds from below, “Stop resisting.”
World of fae, tempting and sweet like a plum, Strange door shut tightly, might the monsters come.
To love you is said to be the worst sin, Tender eyes beckon and draw me in, This tryst of ours can’t afford to begin,
Trading soft kisses and hidden wishes, Two interlocked attracts the suspicious, Thinking maybe we were too ambitious,
Twice born lovers from sight to touch, The spark between us burns too much, Treasured memories stay within clutch,
Transparent feelings wash over my face, Troubles fade as affection takes its place, This love grows fonder with each embrace.
Taste of licorice bitters my tongue, To cure the love my heart has wrung, “Tidally locked to you” my soul sung,
