THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

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The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME 

YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING

YOUR ELEVATOR IS WAITING

The doors open.

The elevator waits.

Pick a floor.

Any floor.

It doesn’t matter which one.

It only descends.

Say goodbye.

I MUST SLEEP

I’ve fallen

to the depths

of my despair.

I must rest and

replenish my spirit,

revitalize my soul.

I will stand,

climb once more,

try to resume my life.

But first, I must sleep.

FALLING

A heart-shaped pool

to break my fall.

A cold wetness

to entomb me.

Depths to reach

beneath the surface.

I am falling.

No one to catch me.

But cold wetness.

I WALK

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Purple sprays my face.

Orange blinds my eyes.

Ice coats my toes.

Salt whips my hair.

I shut my eyes and walk.

My heels dig into the wet sand.

I move deeper into the water.

Waves attack my shivering body.

I waver for a moment.

Then I continue my journey.

I slit my eyes open.

The sky burns red.

The sun has lowered its face.

I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.

Time to return to the shore.

Or not.

I continue to walk.

FORCE OF NATURE

FORCE OF NATURE

No greater force.

No remorse.

No stopping.

Not by a mountain

Nor by man.

THE EDGE

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A walk to the edge.

A dip in the ocean.

A dive into the unknown.

It will soon cover me

With its soothing wetness.

Am I ready?

I AM LOST

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Blackness calls.

It beckons.

Fingers grab me.

Teeth rip me.

Fish surround.

Cold depths.

Laughter rains.

A cold hell.

I am lost.

IN YOUR ARMS

Take me in your arms

as your darkness surrounds me.

Bring me to the outer limits

of your hope and despair.

Delight me with your cold depths,

waiting in the wetness beyond.

DEPTHS

Stairs lead

To the depths

Of my sadness.

I can’t go on.

I must rest.

Replenish my spirit.

Revitalize my soul.

But first sleep.

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

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THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

The sky’s crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s blue surface.

As the sun sets for the night,

it hides behind the darkening clouds.

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a yellowed moon.

As the sky becomes inky black,

the water flows blood red.

From the murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

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I WILL SURVIVE

Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.

Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.

Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.

I swim.
I tread water.

I hold my head high
Above water.

I will survive.

DEPTHS

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Light and dark.

Our souls.

Our feelings.

Alternating.

Soaring to highs.

Falling to lows.

New heights.

Deeper depths.

Life.

MY PERFECT FANTASY

MY PERFECT FANTASY

I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
A demon rises from the ocean.
Clothing drips from its fingers.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever-present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons.
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later.

NIGHT FALLS

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Rising from down under.

Below our calm waters.

Beneath our heavenly paradise.

They come to our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until night falls once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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