I want you to
burn
shine
explode
fall to earth
a shooting star
my glorious harbinger
of
The Fall.
Inktober: Star
Inktober 2018
Rest Stop
Tired?
Feeling out of sorts?
Here are some places I’ve dug up where you can rest your weary bones:
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Need a little companionship for those quiet moments?
Some of us do.
Here.
I’ve arranged some company for you.
Don’t thank me.
Really.
Don’t.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M Moscoso
Inktober: Exhausted
Just A Taste
It’s not the taste of your lips
the stroke of your hand
against my face, through my hair, across my brow
when everyone is watching and no one cares that sets my blood on fire.
My head against your chest,
the pounding of your heart ringing into my ear
is what I long for, what I would die for, what I would go to my grave for
but alas
the truth is
I would prefer you do that
my darling
my heart
my love.
Inktober: Drooling
Haunted
Would you spend the night in a haunted house
when it’s dark and you can’t really see much of anything at all?
Would you wander with just little bit of light
down stairways, through halls
into rooms
with
paintings
of
hunters being devoured by dogs?
Would you step foot in a haunted house
where the dark will take you into it’s jaws?
Or would you be brave enough, strong enough, sane enough
to visit it during the day
because like the rest of us
when it’s light
all
haunted houses are wide awake.
Inspired by the Inktober Prompt: Chicken