Fall of the Fallen

I crunch

on the swath

of crisp cool air

that cuts

chilled and invigorating

through the swamp of my despair.


dust of leaves

coat my tongue

as I masticate

crow pie

long past

it’s sell-by date


I spit



the oak floating



humid cling of miasma

is not the haven

it self-proclaims

Diseased, Dressed to Kill

written in response to Kindra M. Austin’s My Melancholia


camouflage contamination

dress distress


metaphorical mélange

write wrongs

mournful songs


horror clowns


botulistic buffoons


ribbons and pearls

silken whorls

miss the girls



virtue festered


worry a decayed tooth


with heartless tongue


my soul

paint lipstick

fuchsia figments


haute couture


Crashed, Smashed, Unabashed

the world


in nauseating circumvolution

immolates upon impact

with sun’s burning luminosity

there is gnashing of teeth

upon swords unsheathed

buried to the hilt

in the exenterated entrails

of forsaken veracity

under the indigo glow

of moonbeams’ gleam

hope fogs the glasses

of those not yet

utterly disillusioned


through the cracked lenses

of potent possibilities

spills drops of rainbowed


rebounding from shattering



burden of current events

weighs black and ponderous

crushing breath from chests

unspeakable carnage

bloodies belief

stuns compassionate senses

while corruption reigns supreme

trumping conscience or compunction

circumstances so surreal

they defy comprehension

stifle the very air

for those who dare inhale

the sky itself mirrors

anguish, pregnant of lead

bearing spun destruction

in smoked iron atmosphere

despair gestates, palpable


yet there, just there

a fissure in glowering gloom

cracks hesitant in blues

and faintest hints of gold

shifts and sways

just over the horizon

tentative rays of hope

Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Aurora Phoenix/Dangerous Seduction

My submission for Braveandreckless’ “Moon Ate the Dark” writing challenge. Thanks for the great opportunity!

Brave & Reckless

The dark calls

with many hungered tongues

its asymmetrical seduction

sweeps and keeps

me off my feet

Dark is a sensual vampire

summoning in a sublingual murmur

caressing abashed tresses

kissing with fangs hidden

until my neck is bared

Dark, the spellbinding wizard

mouths against my breast

in verses near liturgical

with sorcery of velvet

it unwinds my breath

Dark, a crafty conjurer

slips beneath my skin

beguiling inner opening

with falsity prophetic

it curls around my core

Dark, the deft magician

lures my parched soul

deftly eats defenses

I inhale deep infinity

trembling toward submission

Dark plays me, fiddle-like

tempts of little deaths

bridge bowed and back arched

I hover near oblivion

beyond its gaping maw

Moon arises silvery

softly wise and cool

illuminates dark’s perfidy

the end of sanity

bewitchment of sweet release

The dark wanted

to make love to me

it argued an enticing case

the moon…

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