Alrighty Then

Grey turns to blue

a hint of optimism on life

believed by a few

denied to so many others.

 

Grey turns to blue

what happened to that sky

that promised me snow and rain

begone foul sunlight, you will get no love from me.

 

Grey turns to blue

what happens when you pump air

into an empty skull and a dreamless soul

I am not smiling at you. I am grimacing.

 

Grey turns to blue.

 

Nine Days and Counting

There are nine days left

until Halloween.

Where will you spend it?

Have you considered Hill House?

Would you consider it?

“Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House