And now...her lips

Like squiggly lines...

Become alive

Inside your mind!...

And now...her finger-

tips, and locks...

...As bit by bit

Her precious stock

Begins to rise up

Like a flag,

That you salute

So heedlessly...

...Her eyes, her hips,

Her pretty feet...

...She's taken root,

Her arms

Like boughs

Stretch across the

Sealed glass...

...Your window frame

Of fond commitments

Cannot

Deny her,

So don't dare ask

The swirling heavens

For fresh cards.

She scratches out

A tune for you, and

Wrestling with feelings

Of self-

debasement,

You wonder

How you'll leave her

When she's

Etched across your

Soul...

...Now that it's real,

And was foretold,

She shimmers like the

Severed cable

From a downed power-

line who's

Black, and peeling skin

Sparks your yearning

To slow down,

And take

All things electric

Deep inside your

Screaming mind...

...You can implant her

If you wish...

But, it's too late...

...She's taking root,

And now you breathe her

With each breath

Up through your sinus,

To your head...

...She's become something

So true!...

As here she thrives...

...Now bearing fruit.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire  

Tori and I are talking about posting to Prose. She is wondering how dark one can get on here without raising red flags. We took a look at the portals (which I just found out how to access).

"What direction," I ask her, "are you going in? Dark can mean a lot of things..."

I tick points off on my fingers as I scroll through the portal choices.

"Is it murder dard or BDSM dark?" She laughs at this.

"No, its not BDSM dark, as much fun as that would be."

I scroll further. "Politics!" I exclaim. "Politics are pretty dark."

She goes on to add religion to the Dark List, stating that it can get pretty dark.

I agree.

It was a long day today.

It was-

Harrowing.

Crummy.

Pathetic.

Rotten.

Woeful.

Lousy.

Appalling.

Abysmal.

Dreadful.

Atrocious.

Bloody well never ending.

Finally it is time to rest.

Crash!

While sleeping, her dream is rudely disturbed.

She was so hopeful of her sleep not becoming perturbed.

Running away from the grasping trees, the pieceful day had turned on her.

The wind is no longer singing but howling for it's pray.

Praying, she is hopeing to wake up and live another day.

She pinches her self once and once more again.

Just to make sure this was a nightmare she was in.

The pinches felt real. Could it really be true?

Could her nightmare manifested into reality?

She couldn't know for sure so she ran.

Away from her memories, family and friends.

She ran to avoid being hurt again.

Fleeing the chaos of the hellish fantasy.

She stopped in her tracks too afraid to move.

A buzzing bird had swallowed her whole.

Turns out the bird is just an alarm clock and she must get ready for school.

#poetry

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#comedy?

Singing the wind lulls her to sleep.

Giving her sweet cozy dreams.

She is snuggled up in her warm blanket too, dreaming about being next to you.

Smiling in her dream paradise she lies there until sunrise.

#poetry

I am a null-set annoyer. I have been one all of my life. I annoy people by not talking to them. I annoy people by not looking at them. I annoy people simply by not even knowing they exist.

I am a null-set annoyer and I am very good at what I do not do.

Just the other day, I did not meet someone who did not meet me. Neither of us were anywhere near the other and neither of us know anything about the other. This simple set of facts was enough for the party-of-the-first-part to find me annoying.

I am a null-set annoyer and I shouldn’t complain.

The party-of-the-first-part must have worked so much harder at not knowing anything about me than I even bothered to work at not knowing anything about him. This relationship (or lack thereof) might never have never bloomed into nothing as easily as it never did if the party-of-the-first-part had never recognized that I never recognized what he failed to know about nothing about the nothing there was nothing to know about.

I am a null-set annoyer and I should be used to this by now.

I have been accused of not delivering on promises I never promised, not agreeing with words never spoken, and never (and I really do mean never) caring about those that believe I should never care about.

I can understand the reluctance of others to never understand what can never be understood.

Should you be annoyed at me when you have never met me, never seen me, never spoke to me, never knew anything about me and mostly never will?

Of course you should!

For I am a null-set annoyer who has the power to make such a person cry and whine at will.

Whenever I want.

For as often as I want.

Simply by doing nothing.

Crawling under my bed is a series of woefully screeching creatures. They wriggle like worms and sting like scorpians. I dare not set my feet upon the ground. I dare not make a single sound. Grunting as they are growing larger. I don't believe my time will last much longer.

Having not heard of these creatures before. I don't know much about how they war.

All I know is that they have reaped havoc. My corn crops have all died within a period of days. My livestalk have all passed on the the grave. Signaling, these creatures, must be warning me.

Louder they grunt and faster beats my heart. I feel like my life is being torn apart. Just as I thought I was feeling the epitomy of fear, my anxiety suddenly disappeared. Why? I set my feet upon the ground. I do not hear a single sound. They're gone? Suspision grows and my stomach drops. Someone humming is right outside of my bedroom. I look for a weapon. I can only find my old baseball bat. Hopefully it will just be my silly old cat. I creak open my door... I scream as a grotesque figure, a humanoid with protruding bones and jagged teeth, confronts me. My eyes avoid looking toward the creature. But I catch a glimpse of glazed-over dreadful eyes. I turn around to run but the creature already has taken me in it's deadly grasp. Cutting away into my abdomin, it's claws are like small individual scythes declaring my imminent death. Wailing at the sound of my skin and inards ripping apart. My mind races as it contemplates it's end. Fighting for any grasp of life my concious can grab hold of. Bleeding out and gasping, I slip away to the creatures wrath. Now I am no more.

#feedback

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#horror

As we shared a whiskey flask

My love took me to task

To mount an expedition

Beyond my wildest hope

A mission fraught with danger-

To save a man in a boat

She said I'd know his oilskins

By now quite slick and wet

And the shiny Sou'Wester rain hat

That sloped to protect his neck

She said that in the tempest

His hat might tend toward red...

I grabbed my oars and hunkered down

For nothing more be said

Against the tide as one we rowed

Tossed by growing swells

Faced with death, our sense grew sharp

With heightened taste and smell

As violent ocean ebbed and flowed,

With skill its hills we rode

"Put yer back in it,"

At one point, I heard the sailor cry

As the ocean roiled and tossed amid

Our frantic groans and sighs

We worked our aching bodies

Beyond what one should ask

Fighting 'gainst the rising storm

The mighty waves did crash

Till ocean calm returned once more

For me and my paramour-

Spent by the adventure

That we two had braved

A time of chase and glory

Forever we would note

The tale of how

That night I saved

A little man in a boat...

-DeRicki