The old front porch wooden door— swings opens- revealing a kind of dark, & tall shadowy ghostly figure. Martha steps back, and gasps. “Greg is that really you?” But Greg does not respond…Martha now simply stays in one fixed point, as her body trembles from the sight of a trail of Greg’s blood that is oozing out of his ears, nose, mouth, including his eyes.

Martha finally out of nowhere hears something in the back of her head telling her to run~as fast as her Olympic gold medal marathon legs can go in a matter of decaseconds.

#CORVUS.

Mardi, 20.05.2025

You heard about pain through others' experiences.

To recognize the signs, the texture of it. You had been a stranger to the feeling, and you were grateful for it.

And then you fell headfirst. Unexpectedly. Suddenly.

In retrospective, it was growing, looming. You never saw it coming at all until it clawed its way in.

The first hit wasn't the worst. Nor the second. You thought riding those first waves was going to be it. Nothing prepared you for the aftershock.

It feels like drowning. You had already swallowed liquids once or twice, yet this is torture at its finest. You can't breathe. But you're not dying either. It's the longest second and your hands are tied. Pushing against it doesn't help. Staying calm does nothing either.

Is this what it's supposed to be like? Learning to grow gills when you haven't even grown into your own lungs? Into a heartbeat that has always been way too heavy for your chest?

How do you make it stop?

There are seconds in between each bucket full of tears. You try to hang onto what little sunlight you can see, only to realize it's only a dying lightbulb. Can't remember what warmth felt like.

Stars are nothing but the spaces between the threads. Should you wish onto the biggest gap? The brightest one?

There is nothing but the salty remain on your lips.

Your head isn't a hideout either. Those walls are not a home, but a prison. Perpetual solitary confinement in the darkness.

Pieces of light flash, and you beg they would stop. Emptiness is better than this. Mourning what you had, what cannot be. Picturing what currently is hurts just as bad.

Another splash.

If you could see it from the outside, you'd realize there's a smiley face painted onto the fabric that's suffocating you. Would that make you feel better? Does it help?

It smeared over the constant washing. Goodness knows how long its shape will last. Hope it'll carbon print onto your own head, morph your agony away.

Part of you feels you deserve this. You were ungrateful. Took things for granted. Like the softness and the kindness of the light that shined around you. And you stupidly put your hand before your eyes to cover the brightness. How foolish that was.

You know you would give the air that you have saved up in between waves to feel gaiety once more.

Now, if your hands were free, you could try to stop the water with your bare hands. But you know it would slip through your fingers. Just like what once was and won't be. It tastes like mistakes and regret, now that you think abour it. Of your own deficiency.

You should've learned how to swim, how to hold your breath. You should've been born with scales and fins. Chosen a different path to thread.

But at the end, if/when the water is done with you, would you know how to breathe on your own if there's no more air?

I haven’t many bones left for my grave

My closet’s overgrown now

And though my soul’s laid bare

The stones I’ve overturned

Have granted me no shelter there

I gave away my hopes, my dreams

The parts that made me brave, it seems

I haven’t many bones left for my grave

Her hair is the color of autumn leaves

the dead ones that crunch

the ones that float in the air

her lips always pursed

but no value should slip from them

only illegible language

sparkly incantations

she will bring you light like the moon

she can only survive in the dark

her hair is the color of autumn leaves

same resemblance of the trees bark

but she can't bite you no not yet

her crazy is still lodged in her throat

her pretty hides it well just beneath

the smile she duplicated

she is crazy and dead and pretty too.

you say

we have

nothing but time

but look at them grow

how big and strong they’ve gotten.

and

i always in shock

and wonder like

where did the time go?

My time has finally come to tell you that I no longer love you. I need to set you free. I can do so much better without you. This is so true, you ruined my dreams. You shattered my soul. I know because I allowed you. All because you're selfish and kept your life a secret for somebody else, so I'm walking away from it all today, a brand new person is here to stay this time. There will be nothing you can say because I really should have said Good-bye like yesterday. But once again I stayed praying, you would change, instead I just endured another one of your games. I'm no longer a player in your crazy masquerade. I will never look back again. Because the road I'm walking on never ends. Pain and heartache is all you've ever caused and too many times I allowed you to ruin me and I can no longer allow this to continue, this has to end today.

Dark as night

The blinds blow back the darkness that lurks in my bedroom

My phone rings

Who would call at this God-forsaken hour?

I look at the screen

It says Unknown

I drop it back with a thud.

I rip apart at my seams

My heart aches in between

Tears roll up my cheeks instead of down

Smiling a frown

It's not rock bottom

I'm somewhere in between

Scream in silence

Laugh in love

I'm none of these things

I'm all of these things.

Weak.

The participants are weak!

As weak as a birds soul, cornered.

You wanna know why I left this page initially?

I was bored. To freaking death.

Now I have the confidence to come to you all; as a wordsmith ready for carnage.

I respect you as people, not as writers.

Come to me and learn from a grandmaster of wordsmithing.

You guys think this page is for jumping around in circles, playing with words.

Wrong wrong wrong!

This page is for learning how to be the best goddamn writer the world has ever seen.

I am an asset to this community.

Not because I'm an author.

But because y'all are ready to learn from me.

The best writer Munich has ever seen.

The best writer this platform has ever seen.

I will elevate this shit to new heights.

Congratulations prose team, you've got a goddamn maniac within your ranks.