The gelatinous thing changed color. Gray became red, became pink, became flesh tones. Orifices of various sizes opened then formed into eyes, ears mouth and the rest. Consciousness was taken from the boy.

The boy wandered from the woods. His nakedness attracted attention. A mother ushers her children from the backyard as the father walked over with a beach towel; as he placed the towel over the boy’s shoulders, his left hand brushed the boy’s right arm. He was finally noticed by the boy.

“I…” The father tried to separate himself, but the boy’s arm had fused, become one with the father. By the time a scream registered, it was the boy, now a man that was screaming. The father was no more. The creature had progressed and was now headed for the house. The mother had seen everything and was running upstairs for the gun in the closet.

“Get in your bedrooms, now! Lock the door and don’t come out until I get you!” Everyone is running upstairs. Doors slam.

“Honey, stay back. Please, I don’t want to shoot you.” Her eyes were streaming. It was hard to see. She was afraid that she would miss.

“I…”

Write2Sanity in Poetry & Free Verse

Out of the mist of a Texas field

A Phoenix did arise

Someone set fire to that precious field

Giving her wings to fly

Amidst the smoke of embers and ashes

She writes for sanity

_b in Poetry & Free Verse

Laundry

Stripping the sheets beneath me.

What a night I'd had.

Given to one soul, counting the thread.

All the while,

Another soul wanting me dead.

MarilyneCJ in Poetry & Free Verse

My Woman Body

These social constructions of a woman's body

Make me feel pain in the deepest of my anatomy

My curves are not meant for an objectifying purpose

Nor am I meant for these social constructions

That they are blindly or intentionally a part of

It makes me feel pain in the deepest of my constitution

I want to put my body on the water of the ocean

Let it float at sea and drift away for eternity

As the blue of the sky is the only scenery I see

And water is the only element that can touch me

Challenge

Ok, This may sound a little silly, but give it a try. I was prompted to do this because of trying it myself at different times of the day and seeing different things, and then trying to figure out, how would I describe that to someone. So here it is...Close your eyes and describe what you see. Lets elaborate and see if we can use at least 50 words....try not to use your imagination...just vivid description of what you see. Try a dark room, or outside/different times, then give it a go! tag me

nfaulk6 in Poetry & Free Verse

Malaise

Blackness. Or is it more of a charcoal gray? Gun metal, perhaps? As I deliberate qualifying the color of darkness, blinking gold swirls appear in my periphery and rotate—going round and round, clockwise, counter-clockwise, faster, fleeting, dancing. I am reminded of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. The harder I concentrate, the more I see. Or think I do. Now the swirls are silvery, twirling, pirouetting more swiftly. Whirlpools. Vortexes. I open my eyes, nauseated. With a headache.