her lune, how precise and anticlastic as if each horror you provoked could somehow make me want you
The humble words of the wise “Death is a prerequisite to life “it will always arrive and once it does...”
said Ghengis Khan to all his sons hold ye well to this protestation – ‘surrender or you die’
darkness embraces the dead man waiting in his tomb ashes on his grave
a clattering of jackdaw now take flight carrying their ill-gotten gains a songbird slain's remains songbird sings his nations anthem while his buried child moves earth and stones walks so tiny and discreet upon her bones and her distressed feet put up your sword, put up your anger for just an hour
I was standing on the hillbilly side watching and wondering How’d they get them black boys up, the sun was setting? I wonder what they did or why they hanging so grotesque Them trees, a black silhouette against an orange sky so fine
bones climbing to the moon you left me my Achilles heel;
a garden of have died and have not; shan’t you take my hands? my skin, a linen from the sun weeds, we share parentheses as eyelids kiss
Give me your eyes, and I’ll hold them in my mind. These brief glances of innocence I keep as treasures.
It was an abandoned garden at the end of the creekside. And like a dense forest, the flowers withered already and the grass grew similar to the movie of Stephen King “The Grass”. It’s a path to perdition. Local people said that you can never go back once you go there.
Here are the rest of the flash fiction entries in the order received
Down the corridor, comes a scream
Was it physical pain
or the horror of finally learning
the way this game is turning
He’s the one who got away.
Had everything and ran away,
To his paradise far away.
Goodbye dear friend, know that you did this to yourself.
And I fall before the red branches, frail, wholly upon the utter stone that reared none for blood-sake,
And I kneel before the laughter and its fever, and its pride,
From before the evening of the distant fire among the blackened ocean, a beige fog,
Which lured me alone,
I called out to you
Please don’t stay,
Please don’t leave me.
As the world
Casted the dark coves
That shore wished upon…
The entity of Death lives
Upon this very shore, unborn.