In a locker
where I work
are rows of bottles
that will give you back your looks.
They’ll make you look radiant
they’ll improve your skin
each little bottle
will make you live again.
So I will choose one with care
and feed it to you with ease
because
each little bottle
will
make you immortal
until
I turn off the lights
and gently
close
your
lid.
Inktober: Bottle
In fourteen days
It’s Halloween
and all of the Crows will fly
into the night
among the graves
the ruined ones, the tended ones,
the secret ones
unmarked but not forgotten.
The Crows
will ferry the dead
with dark care
one by one
silent against the night
until they reach our homes.
Will you answer
I wonder
if one tries you locks
and gently knocks
upon your windows ands doors?
Photo A.M. Moscoso
He gave me his heart
and then
I took his Soul
in one delicious bite.
He knew me
he called for me
he dreamed of me
he created me
so
Why would he think
I
only wanted
a taste of the love he offered.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Inktober: Weak
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I have
all the time in the world
to peel back the layers
that hide what I want
to get to the bone
to the core
of the treasures that I seek.
Photo AM. Moscoso
Inktober: Clock