I adhere
To your wooden frame
Blind and incremental
I strip a molten cloak
From the embers
Of your disenchanted core
What if I were
An aria
Both proud and wild
An aria
That only
Your awkward hands
Could reproduce?
Would you profess me
On that day,
As on all others,
Your muse?
I watch you
Slide away
Stark as the bones
Of a Paleolithic ghost
*
To half existence
I fear that you will
Diminish
If not insensate
Than carnivorous
*
Did I leave you
Embedded
With pieces
That break apart
On conception
Am I the origin
Of that impious
Numeral six
Penned above
Your skulking lids?
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I can only say that I am listening to incredibly strange music at the moment
Art By: Ines Honfi
You drifted into my heart
Like a secret
Like the rain sobbing softly
On an otherwise vacant day
I would never knowingly
Refute love but then again
How was I to perceive
Your intrusion
When advancement
So oft signifies war?
*
Virtuous,
I held you
Contemptuously
Between the furrows
Of disdainfully drawn brows
You held
Against your lips,
The pale veins,
Of a reticent fist
My heart rose
Red and indignant
Yours like the sudden growl
Of advancing thunder
*
Against the dissuasion
Of retreating hips
You managed still
To swallow, consummately,
My breath
In every moment since
I have adorned you,
In every drop of blood,
In every cell,
In every cloud
Above which dreams
Are childishly kept
Wood Painting: Jeff Soto
I wanted
To be extraordinary,
Instead a palindrome.
Viewed from above or below
An implacable diamond
*
Eidolic,
Insurmountable
I extricate
My hands
From
A sparkling cuirass
Butterflies and larvae
Carbonized
As if
The flame within
Were too blue
To cradle whimsy
*
My fingernails
Obsidian moons
Lamenting departure
The chrysalis
Of youth unpinned
Being clay
I find myself
Responsive
To alien whims
Hands
Furtively press
Me into
Companionable molds
But I never maintain
Any impression
That denies
My composition
As a whole
In consideration of the holidays this week’s prompt is “Curse”. Your entry can be fictional or factual. You can write of psychological torment or you can go with something gory and corporeal or both. You could also take a very humorous, light-hearted approach so please don’t feel you have to go dark. Whatever you like there are a lot of possibilities! Please include warnings for graphic and grotesque stories/poems/images just encase someone might be sensitive. As for me, I am not sensitive, and will read and comment on all submissions. This weekend we are celebrating my daughter’s 6th birthday so it goes without saying that I have other engagements to which I must attend. I will get to all your entries though rest-assured. I can’t believe how many prompts I’ve already done, blows my mind. Thank you guys so much for participating!
Immortal
Skin assuming a glacial chill and pallor, her pulse collapsed again and again despite my resistance. Death needs no invitation for there is no one who could deny, for long, his occupancy. I knew that he would come, for he has stripped my heart of every possibility. Yet even as I kneel upon this granite altar, an ancient man, he does not claim me. I, as Methuselah, am tied to the earth and shall within her womb remain unfinished. When she is gone the universe will turn my ashes into tempestuous stars that I may be birthed, a hostage, again.
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Requiem
She fell upon the wind like a carrion. Her soul so deeply entrenched that on him she unwittingly preyed. He could find no diversion, for her absence possessed such an abiding presence. In every stranger he discerned an inferior semblance and in every sunset the promise of eternal sleep.
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So devoted were his hands to grief that he could find no reason to persevere.
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In the shadow of an obelisk, he composed the final verse of a joint requiem. Suicide was but a formality for in truth he was already dead and beside her coffin, his was sympathetically placed.
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My first attempt at a 100 word story not an easy task as I tend toward excess
Your heart’s asylum
An anthracite womb
Birthing illusion
I held you principal
Underneath
A lesser known heaven
In that deep black well
An unvoiced constellation
*
I imbibed the sand
Of a derelict palace
Within you
There was no Prince
Only a more
Preposterous incendiary
*
Love is a curse
When day after day
It remains unsought
But for confirmation
A compulsory worship
I endowed your ego
In the absence
Of reciprocating
Sensitivity
*
I believed
In a cause unshared
To withdraw now,
The purpose
Which has become
My being,
Is unbearable
So I endure
And in enduring
Perish
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This is fictional so you can sigh with relief encase you were worried! I am writing this in response to Sunday’s prompt: Curse. I have been so busy on the weekends lately hence my prompt responses being a little early these last few weeks.
A viperous cape,
This stale room
With its chalky air
Divests resolve
In the dark,
Cautiously violent
I wait for furious shades
To absolve
*
Carmine is
The consequence
Of silence
A pacifist, I refuse
To partake in any war
For which I
Do not occupy
Both sides
Independently
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(I don’t self-harm so I was a little surprised that I wrote this. I think it might have to do with my stress level which is very high at the moment. My therapist decided today that she would like to transfer me to a psychiatrist in the hospital. I won’t be hospitalized or anything it is just that they have more resources and can handle patients with greater needs. She thinks my childhood was too traumatic (honestly she seemed scared when I told her not of me but my past really seemed to shock her)? She can’t make diagnoses either should I have something diagnosable. She is very nice and although I understand intellectually it still unnerves me. I mean really unnerves me. I like her and I still find it very challenging and stressful to hit my appointments. A new person eeeekkkkk)
My roots are soft,
Free of dirt,
They dip
Fearlessly
Into the sea
Searching
For the salt
Of an inexhaustible
Sympathy
*
Is it not love
That renders
Us human?
Despite
The deficiencies
Perceived
I have a heart
Whose ingenious doors
Welcome the universe
Unfiltered and who
Find in no man a baggage
Too ponderous to bare
*
I do not despite
Disappointment
Have the means to adapt
An unalterable animus
Indeed all who pass
Will assuredly be
Forgiven
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