THE DARK CELL

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(The long and short of it)
The story begins – words chasing ideas. Letters rise up as the bars to my cage. It has been eight years of manic impressions, the ink and the void.
I am trapped …

He ripped off my bottoms.
Where he began to stoke.
Then came the kissing.
He smelled of whiskey and smoke.

It leaves marks,
his love.
A mask disguising my face,
veiling wounded emotion.

Tear the blade across my wrist
redness paints me like a sinful kiss.
The evils released, bring illusions of peace

The angels turn their heads
As they silently cry
Their tears turn to blood
Falling on Darfur Genocide

OH!... Ho! Ho!

she wore brooding silence
shabby clothes
painted her nails black
wearing bright red lipstick
"many kids have fallen victim to the sudden bomb attack",
she screamed blue murder.

isn’t it imperfection?
partial blindness

At that moment as we all gathered in this ceremony of tribute and honor before Father Death it was as if there were one spirit behind those multitude of eyes.

The end.

turmoil

“Mommy! mommy!” Alex said excitingly, “I have to tell you what happened today!” Tell me, she said as she went through his bag. “You know Adam, the new kid? He came with a gun in class

would you like to try?

Box overflows with nothing as
Demons scream with voices shrill and
Cut the night like diamonds to glass
Until the blood flows from eyes that
See through dancing blades

Dark is my friend …

...Half-naked corpse that hung from the golden, gaudy facade…

What color is your throne?
As bleeding rats move reliquaries,
to entice the wind with chimes and bones,
and move us past the cemetary gates

Are we now awake?
Or still encased in glass, …