I’m next woken by the clanging of the prison gates, and I rise to my feet immediately. Having tracked the days and nights through the slit high up on the cell wall - too narrow to classify as a window - I know it’s been five days since that disastrous night. The hunger has only … Continue reading Guardian – Part II.
Anxiety Attack
It’s so soft and sad, this quiet inner crumpling Shaky foundations crumbling Pent up emotion stumbling flowing upward, outward, heart thumping Breaths turn into gasps Gasps turn into sobs Eyes burn with tears Throat rasps Time stops Head pounding with dark thoughts Stomach turning itself in knots No room for logic when it’s fear calling … Continue reading Anxiety Attack
Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
Someone must have knocked over the universe’s bucket of irony on the day I was turned into the thing I was sworn to protect the world from. Five years as a member of the Royal Guard, undone in one night. We were betrayed, had to have been. The horde of vampires we had been tracking … Continue reading Guardian [Working Title] – Part I.
Intentional Insomniac
I have become scared to sleep. Not because of night terrors, or nightmares. Not because of the anxiety dreams that sometimes (though with increasing consistency, now) plague my nights. But because sleep has begun to feel like lost time. Wasted time. Any moment where I am not at work is bliss, and to sleep feels … Continue reading Intentional Insomniac
A Self-Aware Poem
I am, as the cliche goes, a mess of contradictions. Conflicting depictions of self fighting to emerge (None with conviction.) I am, as the cliche goes, unsure of who I am, really. Never sure what thoughts are my own, never certain of what I’m feeling. These trite words are all I have. None of which … Continue reading A Self-Aware Poem
The Return
Neither of us can remember when she started sleeping in my chambers, in my bed. Only that one night, a few months after I had freed her, she had slipped under the covers with nary a word, and curled up against my side. I remember that first night like a still photograph: Auburn hair spilling … Continue reading The Return
Choices, Choices
I open the door, and I see the lake. All my lives ripple along the water. What could have been. What could still be. I do not know what to choose. I do not know how to make what I choose real. Sometimes it's just nice to look. To daydream, see what makes my heart … Continue reading Choices, Choices
Finding Catharsis
All is dark, except for the neon spider silk that streaks across the sky. All is silent, except the roars that reverberate through the trees, through the earth. Through your bones, through your heartbeat. Still you run. The clouds burst and weep, soaking. Cleansing. Almost there. Almost there. A little further. You make it. … Continue reading Finding Catharsis
Between Worlds
By the time I come to, I'm already running. From what, or whom, I don't know. all I know is that my heart is pounding, my mind is racing trying to catch up with whatever happened to require me to run, and This. isn't. home. The memories return in flashes, as they are known to … Continue reading Between Worlds
The Exhale
April 9, 2020 I can almost imagine what it would feel like. The wood panels, dusty but strong, under my hands. The light, streaming in from wide windows. The rustle of leaves, the chatter of birds, the sounds of life equal parts isolating and welcoming. To my mind, it would feel… like an exhale. A … Continue reading The Exhale
