Patience Has Teeth

Turn on every light

burn every candle

that you have

in your room

to keep the darkness

away.

Close the closet door,

jump up on your bed

and whisper those prayers

you learned in Sunday school

when you were a child.

Maybe they’ll work

They’re so old and comforting.

Like a warm blanket and a warm sweet drink wrapped around your shoulders

sliding down your throat

when it is dark and  the air is thick with ice and fog and despair.

Don’t look down to the floor

towards the window

Oh God

did you lock it?

Did you lock the window you scream to yourself

in your head where you thought the monsters lived.

Why didn’t you draw the curtains closed

how could you forget such a simple thing?

What will keep you safe now?

Could you scream for help? Cry to the Devil

to anyone, to someone to save you now.

Please save you now?

Go ahead.

Ask.

Plead.

Beg.

I’m listening on the other side

of your window

where darkness is forever

and I’m not going anywhere.

Daily Prompt: Creature

An experimental interpretation

I love the macabre, the odd and all things that go bump in the night.

The thing of it is, I’m not intrigued by over the top horror or gore and I certainly do not romanticize death ( I worked in a funeral home, so that knocked the rough edges off of me there) . The things that I find weird are those little bits of reality that I think are only pretending to be normal.

So these pictures are brainfood for me-  I won’t see  just a window, or just a display in a museum or the ghost of a mural on an alley wall.

I’ll see a little extra- that shadow that breaks away from the wall, that thing that touches the back of your neck when you think you’re all alone at home and none of the lights are on, that door that closes on its own.

All of those little things come from somewhere- don’t they?

Maybe they come from here…

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A,M. Moscoso

Daily Prompt: Study

It Sticks To You

Photo A.M. Moscoso

At Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle there is this tiny, dark street named Post Alley.

The thing that makes Post Alley famous is THE GUM WALL.

It’s exactly what it says it is- People chew up gum and artistically stick it to the Wall and  then other people come along and take pictures of it.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Not only is it fun, it’s entertaining.

Just a word here- I wouldn’t touch that wall for love nor money and I wouldn’t even walk my dog down it for fear he’d lick it.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Still.

If you see a little splooch of cotton candy flavored gum with a jelly baby stuck in it, you’ll be able to say- hey I know her!

Seriously, it won’t be the weirdest thing anyone has ever said there so shout it out and take a picture or two as well. Just don’t touch anything because…splooch.

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Daily Post Prompt: Entertain

Footprints

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I used to think that footprints were

temporary

a mark we left behind to

say

 ” we were here “

I used to think that

time blew those marks away

and

after it said

” Yes you were.”

But footprints are forever

they are everywhere we step

or

run

or

fall

Footprints are forever

trapped in dust and stone

long after we are

gone.

 

Daily Prompt: Static