Nope. I Don’t Take It Seriously At All

I have never written an honest to goodness love poem.

And guess what?

Today was no exception.


They were soul mates

they would exist for each other, breathe as one,  dream as one

be as one

in this world and beyond

they swore to each other

upon a stack of her fancy underwear that clung to her aged flesh like moss covering a rotting tree


And then one day

he chocked to death and she died of fright from the sight of his

blue face and bulging eyes begging her for air, for life,  for her to pickup

the damn phone and call for help.


Nobody found them right away.


Nobody witnessed their souls

ultimately flying solo from this life

this world

they destroyed together.


Unless you count the rats and flies.


They saw it all

in the end.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Solo

In My Bones


When was the last time I dug a grave

told a joke

baked cookies, frosted a cake, got lost on an adventure?


It may have been at the end of last Summer

when the leaves began to fall

and the fires roared up North and the smoke turned the Sun blood red.


When was the last time I dressed a corpse

waited for a Doctor to sign a death certificate

had a laugh, braided my hair waited watched a meteor shower with my cat?


It may have been at the end of a long ago Summer

when the Sun died for a while

and I heard the dusty ground cry in a relief.


When was the last time

I saw the fog creep into the cemetery

down the road from where I live?

I think it will be soon.

I know it must be soon.

I can feel it in my bones.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Illuminate