My love of writing, my sense of justice and fair play, the reason I worked in a Funeral Home were things I was inspired to do in the Twilight Zone.
I Get It Now
Day: September 25, 2018
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.
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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
Sleeping In The Arms of The Gods
