Trainspotting (Day Twenty-Nine and Final: Railroad Tracks)

I lay me down to sleep on the trackswith my last rites already readto watch the light at the end of the tunnelcome closer with a deafening screechand feel the vibrations like a lullabywith the scraping of metal on metal as the soundtrackto the last dream I'll ever havenow you will never get to hear … Continue reading Trainspotting (Day Twenty-Nine and Final: Railroad Tracks)

The Beaten Path (Day Twenty-Eight: Choices)

She was found off the beaten pathfeatured in the scenic routeher body bent like a swastikaan obscene twist in a picturesque sceneshe only had the clothes on her backand the syringe plunged into her armand a note in her pocket to explain nothingall that she wrote:"no comment" Prompt: Choices Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, … Continue reading The Beaten Path (Day Twenty-Eight: Choices)

Snuff Documentary (Day Twenty-Four: Something New)

Sometimes I imagine your body rupturing all overyour fractured skeleton jutting out of the tearsyour shell would hang in tatters like a designer dressframed in flattering, canted anglesand then you'd be the astoundingthat you always wanted to be Prompt: Something New Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days. Something old, something borrowed, something blue... … Continue reading Snuff Documentary (Day Twenty-Four: Something New)

Unspeakable (Day Twenty-Two: Intuitive Stir)

Hungry jackals gnawon her last gaspbarbed fangs punching holesinto her bloated lungsher children are crucified on wire hanger crossesmob justice as a serenadeode to a beloved junkie whore Prompt: Intuitive Stir (interpreted.) Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days. The prompt involved was to pick the first word from a nearby source, and I … Continue reading Unspeakable (Day Twenty-Two: Intuitive Stir)

Ultraviolet (Day Eighteen: Processing Your Feelings)

She swings like a pendulum saw marking me hers with lacerationsevery caress reaching deeper than the lastmy cup runneth over and it spills my gutslike a bad dream ending through a burst artery Prompt: Processing Your Feelings Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days. I figured that since I was liberally indulging in love … Continue reading Ultraviolet (Day Eighteen: Processing Your Feelings)

Jilted Heart (Day Seventeen: Your Wild Rhythm)

What my hands around your neck feel isn't your pulseit's the starving rats scurryingall over the prison that is your rib cagejust to lap at the poisonendlessly dripping like spoiled honeyfrom the weeping sores adorning your jilted heart Prompt: Your Wild Rhythm Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days. I am two days behind, … Continue reading Jilted Heart (Day Seventeen: Your Wild Rhythm)