Flight

The flight by KmyeChan via DeviantArt.com

Soaring above those demons

On wings of fairy lights

Held aloft by your breath

And will

Summoned to the sky

So that I might feed you

With laughter

And smiles

The bright, delicious

Warmth of your kiss

Denies the darkening

Stormclouds

Of yesterday

Burning each teardrop

Away

As the film

Requisitioned

By our vows

Records each new feeling

Alongside

The remembered ones

We could float here

In Neverland

Forever

But I’m not afraid

Of reality

Any

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Joie de Vivre

Sunrise in Ptuj by snupi2001 via DeviantArt.com
Sunrise in Ptuj by snupi2001 via DeviantArt.com

for a lifetime, comfort has been the best I could achieve

but here, and now, I wonder
is this joy?

the joy of life

is it real or a complicated fiction
frothing about in my brain?

inside my love tent, twinkling along with the lights
nestled against the solidity of your reality
dusted with all of my own words and wishes

the nano-angels battling for my sanity

is this a victory celebration?

right here
right now

I have the world at my fingertips

sunrise in all directions
a ravenous feast
warming my skin and lips
and feeding my
willfully
broken heart

but the sun will set eventually

the demons will assault me
again

forgive me
if I sometimes let them win

then remind me

that the sun always rises
even
in
the end.

Screams of Eternity is PUBLISHED!

It has arrived! I am officially a published author of a short story.

A year ago, when I wrote this, I couldn’t have imagined how it would feel to see my words in print.

Now it’s here! Infernal Ink is a wonderful magazine filled with lovely, dark, creepy stuff. Hydra and Dave have made a great issue. I have been up reading since it arrived very early this morning. I hope you’ll check it out.

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Screams of Eternity is the second piece, amidst some really wicked and dark stuff.

It’s a story of abduction, torture and revenge. Let me know what you think, if you get the opportunity to read it.

To those of you who have followed along, always reading, “liking”, and commenting, thank you for making me believe in my own talent.

And, to all of you who have been my support through the past year and longer, especially my kinky crew, my biggest fan and the young damsel who inspired this piece, I love you! Thank you for standing next to me, keeping me up, even as I fell.

Monsters are metaphors

Sweet, calm dreams.
Soft light. Brilliant colors.
Dancing in the rain.
Coloring beneath a blanket
of pale, twinkling stars.
Picnic in the glowing sun.
Dinner with laughter and excitement.
No more nightmares.
No more monsters.
No more.
It is a breath inside an airless room.
To escape those monsters.
Those metaphors.
Haunting me.
In doubt. In fear.
The best kind of therapy.
My monster slayer.
The brave hero of my story.
My patchwork knight.
A fighter for love and truth.
Saving me.
From myself.
Always with me. Never far.
Take the monsters.
Kill the metaphors.
Steal my heart,
Again and again.
The metaphors can’t get me.
As long as you are with me.
You hear me.
You see me.
You know me.
The sweet dreams you give me,
Are my true reality.

He Said…

He said he can’t bear the thought of a world without me.

He said he knew me. Better than I know myself.

He said he saw how much writing has changed me.

He said he knew the relationships I’d forged had helped.

He said he didn’t begrudge me finding ways to get what I needed, when I was needy.

He said he was sorry he doesn’t handle needy well.

He said he couldn’t bear the hurt I’ve dealt with.

He said he always believed I was the strongest person he knew.

He said he wants me to always feel his love.

He said he can help me, he said we’ll set goals, he said he understands me.

He said

“You are my everything. You better remember that always.”

I said, I will.