donned my badass black dress today mourning colors for a softer kinder woman I think I used to be she’s fading away curves lost to angles all sharp elbows and knees thorns create a protective trellis around the bruised petals of my peony heart invisible barbed quills sprout from my death white skin keep a … Continue reading Black Widow
you may have my heart I do not need it anymore I have replaced it with clockwork elegant diamond hard it ticks faithfully reliably beneath my ribs never a flutter nor a cry does it utter I hold fast to my spine so lately reinforced with razor wire steel rods I do not intend to … Continue reading Spare and Found Parts – Christine E. Ray
Share your Halloween writing with Go Dog Go Cafe. . .
Hello writers and fellow creatives! Here at the Go Dog Go Cafe, we have some exciting news! From now until October 25th, we will be accepting guest submissions for the Cafe! We are looking to drum up some excitement for the Halloween season and want to give other writers a chance to showcase their work to our community!
- Write or create an original piece that is inspired by the season of Halloween. The prompt can be used as the piece title; you can use the word “halloween” or be inspired by other aspects of the season.
- We will accept poetry, prose, flash fiction, essay, creative nonfiction or art.
- Pieces of writing should be 1,500 words or less.
- Your submission must be posted in the comments. Either as a link to a post or the full piece in the comments.
- Submissions will be reviewed by the Bartistas. We…
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elliptical movement of Mars’ orbit partially eclipsed the memories from view but Phobos Deimos shine bright tonight in the tight fold of marble arms across my chest taste of bitter bile that eats at the back of my throat fierce clench of my glass jaw refracting crimson light of twin moons I feel your shade … Continue reading Unforgotten
i woke in the place where you play god naked upon white marble sheets stigmata roses blooming crimson in my palms across my breasts and sex fragrant garland of my sins left to adorn this shrine the holy spirit dripped slowly into my eyes from where you impaled me with the crown of thorns placed … Continue reading A Righteous End- Christine Ray
the heart of my madness beats wildly beneath polished glass its feathered limbs twisting turning frantically a living thing fighting desperately to be free it is both monstrous and achingly beautiful as it contorts onyx and plum catching the light before it shifts midnight and crimson it is pitiable as it throws itself again and … Continue reading The Bell Jar – Christine E. Ray