RDP Thursday – DEEP
Her name is Amelia and she hangs upon my wall
trapped in a frame
from a five and ten cent store.
Her eyes are flat and cold
her cheeks are pale and slack
Her jaw is wired shut
there are metal hands upon her back.
The bow on top her head
has been tied with love and care
and someone long ago
curled her long brown hair.
Her dress was to big and her shoes didn’t fit
and every time
she saw them hanging in her closet
she closed her eyes and said;
” Ma, I’m just dying to wear this dress. ”
Before winter hit, she did.
Several years ago, just before my birthday
I had to remove the remains
of a woman my age
from a care center
where she died alone.
There was a little yellow Beanie Baby Bear on her nightstand and someone had put pale blue fuzzy socks on her feet. I think one of her care givers gave her the bear and bought her the fuzzy socks.
It must have been nice for her, to have someone care for her like that in the end.
Since then when my birthday rolls around – which had never been a pleasant time for me- I think of it as ‘our Birthday’ and it makes the day a little more tolerable.
RDP Tuesday: falling
Franz Von Stuck
can fall from grace
Starved for sunlight
leaves fall from the trees
Your heart, all on it’s own
without a thought to your brain
can fall in love.
The Angel, the leaf, the heart have told me
don’t be afraid of the fall-
so go ahead
fall as many times as you want
with every chance you get
life is an adventure!
Falling isn’t the hard part.
RDP Sunday (sub) – FLAKY
Dried Skin, Reptile Scales,
Shallow boys and hallow girls
Words and thoughts hammered together with spit
instead of logic
A feast for the beast that hungers for starvation.
Is that my face
in the mirror
are those my eyes looking at me
with cool, cruel indifference?
I reach out my hand, draw it back, extend a finger
tap, tap, tap
Is anybody home?
Are those my teeth,
is that my hair
when did those lines around my mouth appear?
That can’t be me
that tired listless, expressionless face
has it ever dreamed, schemed or plotted
an escape, a murder or revenge?
Tap tap tap
against the mirror
clouding it with the cold that escapes from my lungs
and clings to it like poison gas
on a battlefield
from Once Upon A Time.
That can’t be my face.
It’s just to-
DAILY ADDICTIONS: LOUD
RDP Wednesday – TENEBROUS
fell asleep in a field
covered with flowers and trees.
The grass was so cool
the Sun was so warm
” Wake up, come play with us “
her new friends begged her that day.
But the dark Earth beneath her
and all the creatures that live there
reached up and claimed her
before she could wake.
So with them
and with them
And with them
Rest In Peace.
Inspired by The Bancroft Prompt: Will You Visit The House of Usher?
Be a new kind of Demon, be a unique Werewolf, have you thought about the endless
possibilities that joining the ranks of Vampires, Zombies and Witches hold?
Have you even wondered if you have the talent for casting curses, the stomach for cannibalism or the upper body strength required for grave robbing?
I wonder about it all of the time
because I never sleep.
Lucky for me, that doesn’t stop me from dreaming.