I froze because,
I wasn’t yet ready to kill.
I was ready to die,
But I survived.
Animals need their instinct,
Death is always visible.
Anxious and urgent,
Morose and depressed.
Smell danger in the air,
Learn the scent of predators.
I was living in their dens,
They’ve learned to follow me too.
Tracking and evasion,
I know both their ways.
Hunt me and be hunted,
Ambush and strike from a distance.
Feeling delightfully creepy,
The monster within me prowls.
My demons breathe crisp fall air,
Cleansing lungs of brimstone and ash.
Wild feral children,
Seek treats from friendly strangers.
Pitiable abandoned creatures,
Single night to experience care.
Either fearing death or craving it,
Life gets cast upon us as a curse.
History carved on a graveyard’s stone,
Remember the pain that binds us.
Season of endings and imminent demise,
Transient ghouls travelling like pilgrims.
Crunching bones and skulls with eyes,
Peer into the depths of my morbid soul.
Roused from a dream,
Uncertain of reality.
Ghostly presence,
Fading from its haunting.
Gripped by passion,
Suddenly absent.
Passed away in the night,
Dead by day’s light.
Utopian skyline,
Shadows cast long.
Ideals float upwards,
Lighter than breath.
Buried in dirt,
Bodies burnt to ash.
Gravestones memorialize,
Love’s last longing.
Street lamps glow,
Stained orange landscape.
Glitter rests,
Fluttering and swirling stills.
A breath of magic,
Living in the clouds.
Layered and stacked,
Statuesque proportions.
Stormy in moments,
Tranquil in others.
Pretty pictures deceive,
Lethal exposure.
Existential dread
Tighten and paralyze
Compulsive soothing
Fear of unknown
Embrace darkness
Lean into terror
Mere mosquito bites
Perspective rendering
Many realities
One death
Ego dissolution
Loss and gain
Flow forward
Pack up this life
Leave the extra
Drop the pain
Choose wisely
Only love
Can be carried off
Into the afterlife
A tiny bud, unraveling leaves,
A sprout bursts from the earth.
You stretch your petals, seeking light,
The nourishment of warmth.
But time drags on, your head droops heavy,
Your flower, all closed up.
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A sunflower born in an eclipse.
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