in the dead of the night,when the monster came out to play,she hid in the depths of her mind,wishing for her fairy…
This April, I’m diving into the frenzy of NaPoWriMo. Last year, I contemplated doing the challenge, but life got in the way…
Saphhic stanzas
Once in the hut near the river,lived Ole’ Lady Simmons,who true to her name,grew persimmons
The Gods gathered aroundthe manna dispenser,chatting aboutthe latest perversitiesmortals had been up to
when light transmutes to shadow,when shadows speak in tongueswhen tongues murmur softlywhen soft voices simulate piercing screamswhen…
miasma of panictaints the air with despairas desperate eyeswatch the numbersslowly swoop…
My mama always told me,Beware of handsome strangers,They lure you with gilded words to treason, to sin…
She drew a sphereof shimmering aircocooned herself in the centre,danced to an unheard tuneoblivious to the world…
