The City’s Lullaby

Window eye level
City lights blurring

Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites

Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself


A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.

We’re in Paradise

“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”

As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.

“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”


Picture by: Gerald Friedrich

It’s Odd Not Feeling

It’s odd not feeling. It’s like having a tight ball sit above the heart, its form writhing like a baby in the womb. Desperate for air. For life. When that ball unwraps itself, something bursts out and fills me despite my pleas.

It’s them, I realize as they incapacitate me. It’s them. The feelings. They’re back.

They’re like a rapid
Current plummeting the shore
A merciless force


Written for: Patrick Jennings’ Rapid ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #169, Pix to Words.

Photo by: Patrick Jennings

Venom

Your words are
More valuable to me
Than precious gems
Than life-giving air
Imagine, if you will,
What would happen
If you used them
To destroy me