Pesadilla
I pull you close. You tell me no – Not tonight. Just one little kiss. I smell your sweat. It whets my appetite. You scare me, You whisper As I make you mine.… Continue reading
I pull you close. You tell me no – Not tonight. Just one little kiss. I smell your sweat. It whets my appetite. You scare me, You whisper As I make you mine.… Continue reading
I sit up in my *zaisu chair. Is that you? Are you there? Shadows flit across the floor. Blackness hisses, run out the door! Night has drawn the shades on another day. My… Continue reading
Pull me from the dark – for you’ve resurrected me. Once dead, I now breathe. Am I poetry – thoughts exhumed from darkened souls, striving to reach light? Or am… Continue reading
Photograph by Dimitri_C from freeimages.com For the want of food, she stole a bright red apple. Twelve lashes cut skin. 🍏 🍎 Thief. She was cast out and did walk a lonely life,… Continue reading
Photograph by Graham Stephen. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! She stared at him sleeping – watching his chest rise and fall. At times, she would rest an ear over his… Continue reading
You approach me with your belt and a glint in your eye. You think you’re scary, but I try not to smile. *Photographs from freeimages.com
Illustration by Poet Rummager Forever mine. I keep him handcuffed. My six word story was inspired by Karina Pinella’s fabulous post, The Devil’s Command. Click HERE to visit and follow her blog!!
Don’t get to know me. Let’s just smile across the room. It’s safer this way. (Photo by Michael Khozyaikin of freeimages.com)
The snake seeks to hide. Where it’s warm, she lets him in. Under sheets, she screams. Late at night, is it a blissful scream that escapes you, or is it something twisted… Continue reading
Whistling, he enters my room. My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer. Leaning close, he pricks me, then takes a hanky from his pocket; wiping my blood from his horn.… Continue reading