Photo A.M. Moscoso
Swinging from a tree
or swaying near a wall
the man inside the iron cage
isn’t afraid to fall
Swinging from a tree
or swaying near a wall
does anyone look up
like he does
watching for the darkness to fall
Swinging from a tree
or swaying near a wall
do you know you can
hear his cries
when there is nothing
left of him at all.
Photographer Unknown
RDP Monday: SWAY
Additional Reading: From Atlas Obscura-The Incredibly Disturbing Historical Practice of Gibbeting
Photo A.M. Moscoso
A kettle
a noose
a length of chain and a bottle of poison
Four little murderers with a story to tell.
He sold phones, she sold houses the other two
met by chance on a bus ride.
An accidental quartet, instruments poised
ready to perform tonight.
Eight little murderers with a story to tell
would you invite them in to play
Or are they there with you now
waiting to begin on four.
Word of The Day Challenge: Accidental
The Word of the Day Challenge : Soupcon
Being wicked tastes like peaches
maybe a slice, maybe two
entombed in a can
with to much sugar
and a few tiny shards of it’s bitter pit
swimming around in the darkness
waiting to meet your tongue.
Dressed in white
these
vicious, merciless
Vampires
butcher their prey by day
leaving their victims
drained of life, colorless, no sweetness
to make you cry out in joy, to dazzle your eye or dance upon your tongue
their embalmed victims look alive
but they never really were
Sad Raw Cakes
untouched, unloved on bone china plates.
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#18- Raw Cake Realities