Monday, August 12, 2024

The Bends of Night

 Photo by cottonbro studio



Brewed in the fusion of fairies and cupid strikes. He wrote his tale backward, scarred of a full moon. As the night he lost his tail was of such. Drunken in the ecstasy, whispered into a trance. Revenge-infused, she robbed his steps into the garden and sculpted him. 


She had a score to settle with him. It was his stare that made her lose her way. Although this wasn't a game or pick a pie and taste contest to her. Pulling skeletons out of the closet, she laid them bare. Dancing her delicate fingers over the spoils to pick one to crucify and marry to his woes.


Feeling special about being selected amongst the chaff, he stripped off his guard awaiting to consume her whole. Yet it was he who was to be swallowed with a hole within her. She took time teasing his soul into yearning some more for a deep dive to no way.


So she bought him a ticket there at the expense of freedom. And penned a note to heaven at midnight stroke, seeding him as a sacrifice of chance. Sent to pay for the past deeds of another, who took an axe and plunged a mark on her heart.


Thursday, August 8, 2024

Weary Feet



We were born chasing the wind

Yet the tempo was always shy from perfect

Crowned in rags, feasting on morrow’s fantasy

Borrowed

Scaled to our sweat’s rhythm

We burnt our backs chasing

While time was always insufficient.


Barricaded to pleasure

We were the host of it all

Yet none played at our platters

Feeding a few in celebration

While the rest feast on blisters

As the tempo for life,

Tapped through holes.


Wholesome from afar

We were the jewel of the moment

Yet glittering to none

Deemed fools’ gold in our awakening

As our birth, had a tale to tell

But the tail of the past

Had a goal to score.