FINGERS FROM HEAVEN

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Fingers from heaven

Reach for the shore.

Shafts of light

Light the darkening sky.

The clouds move closer.

The rains fall.

The winds follow.

The end is in sight.

LET THE WALLS CRUMBLE

kangheekim

2016

Let the walls crumble.

The paint flake and peel

I need to get out

from this prison of mine.

My fingers are torn.

Nails are shredded.

But I must destroy

this wall around me.

No one can understand

my fear, my panic.

No one can help me

escape my demons.

This I must do alone.

Brick by brick,

the wall will fall.

A glimpse of outside

is all I need.

The sky appears,

clouds floating by.

The sun peeks in,

not to be left out.

I’m ready to be free.

To fly from my captors.

First, my head,

then my body.

I’m outside on the ledge,

balanced over the city.

I’m free to let go

and soar over cars

and people.

Join the tiny dots below.

Time to fly.

BLOOD

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My fingers touch my face.

They glisten crimson

in the fading light.

Red drops hit the ground

from my moist lips.

I feel parched.

A thirst I’ve never felt before.

I look around at the fallen bodies.

Throats ripped open.

Sightless eyes open.

I’ve become one of them.

The Dead Game

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BLACKNESS

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Blackness beckons.

Floating in green.

Cocooned in coldness.

Fingers grab me.

Teeth rip at me.

Fish beside me.

THE DEAD  below me.

A cold hell for me.

THE DEAD GAME

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INTO THE WOODS

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Down in the Woods by *MegPrk

The woods hold dark secrets.

Buried beneath the black grass.

Blood red leaves blanket the floor.

A green mist covers all.

Shades of green color the scene.

Gnarled tree limbs reach out to visitors.

Creaking and groaning as they bend in the wind.

Is that a figure in the distance?

Its eyes glowing yellow in the green mist.

Is it friend or foe?

Wretched fingers encircle my neck.

The trees have taken us hostage.

The figure draws near.

It gives a cackle.

Not a good sign.

A pot is set up in the clearing.

Figures are mixing the concoction inside. 

I don’t want dinner.

And I definitely don’t want to be dinner.

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