AreMyFeetOffTheGround
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
A feint hope
A sudden cessation A last surprised breath A fall Then nothing An ignominious end To a mediocre life A clamber and a clamour For divinity Yet still better than drawn-out agonies Words and words and words Feeling the insistence Of a slow knife.
MoreThin Lizzie
I am with the thin cat~ her love, she shows~ uncaring of sharp bones~ face pushing, pure purring ~ knowing~ how long she will be needed~ to carry me home, after toying with Joy~ and just how long I might stay.
MoreThe tail of the thin cat
It is two in the morning,and the toik toik echoof dripping waterseems conversational. Whisper-hisses ask,in fancy,~How long is a piece of string~~When will withdrawal end~~In what manner will I die, and when~ Good to the last drop.Stay with the thin cat.She can tell.
MoreWhat’s brought to the table
The note said: Come to Ferny Forest under boughs of night. Follow Coyote’s howl, for he will lead you true. Come to our long table. Your place is set, and blood will let. Nick a vein, mind the pain. Words of spell we’ll speak. Obscenities we’ll leak. And all, by morn, Medusa’s stone.
MoreDenise Ruttan ~ The Innocence of Alders
Originally posted on DM du Jour:
In a moment of reckless fury, Amanda buried her face in her pillow and screamed, her breath coming out in wheezing sobs. Then, panic overtook her next, as she fought to silence herself. She pounded her fists on her bed, the sobs turning into weeps. What if her mother…
