In memory of Chester Bennington and Chris Cornell and all that wrestle with the demon of depression and have walked too close to the edge of the abyss. in a room so still and silent that it hurts stark white walls razor sharp edges etch my soul draw blood that drips slowly soundlessly from my … Continue reading A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors
Christine Ray In a room so still and silent That it hurts Stark white walls Razor sharp edges Etch my soul Draw blood That drips slowly soundlessly From my mouth I am trapped Like a fly in amber Time stands still The air is thick Holds me motionless In this prison cell I feel vibration … Continue reading A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors
Christine Ray In a room so still and silent That it hurts Stark white walls Razor sharp edges Etch my soul Draw blood That drips slowly soundlessly From my mouth I am trapped Like a fly in amber Time stands still The air is thick Holds me motionless In this prison cell I feel vibration … Continue reading A Room So Still and Quiet It Hurts: A Collaboration of Warriors
It has been quite some time since I have hosted a Writing Prompt Challenge on Brave and Reckless but I have been planning this one ever since I first read Basilike Pappa's Sweet Dreams sans Merci which weaves together "found" song lyrics into a new whole. Basilike's piece is sensuous is tone but this kind of challenge is really about … Continue reading Brave and Reckless Found Song Lyrics Writing Prompt Challenge
It has been quite some time since I have hosted a Writing Prompt Challenge on Brave and Reckless but I have been planning this one ever since I first read Basilike Pappa's Sweet Dreams sans Merci which weaves together "found" song lyrics into a new whole. Basilike's piece is sensuous is tone but this kind of challenge is really about … Continue reading Brave and Reckless Found Song Lyrics Writing Prompt Challenge
Meet David Augustus Smith
You can’t disappear here, I am already gone, a ghost of my ideal self, person you wish to rescue you from the dark angles bearing down on you. I am a flame, a nightmare, a cloven-hoof vision that is inverted and bloody, woven into the patterns of a life that was lost in the rain, in the Spring, in a million deceptions, secrets, secrets, secrets…”everything will come out eventually.” They keep telling me that. I cringe and think about a stinging sensation in my neck, as I am inundated by unsolicited pep talk.
Just another day. We all need one more day. It will all be okay tomorrow. Pinned-out eyes, ground-up teeth, the hours that repeat themselves–the eerie eternity. The silent misery, the collective sigh of death heaved on the shoulders of ants, and bees, killing themselves over labor, over love, over the nuanced mystery that leave us all in…
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