“What do you see on your horizon?” I asked as smoke curled from my lips. The young woman stared off outside my window and sighed wistfully. “My happy ending. My one true love.” “You are far too blind,” I sighed and gathered my cards from my bag. “To see anything beyond your childish fairy tales.” The cardsContinue reading “Ummm could I ask for the Gothic Americana Midwestern? :)”
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What is the feeling left, the hollowness of choking back tears, when what once you had loved loved another.
He was happy. Shouldn’t that be enough for her? It wasn’t, though. No. His smiles and laughter were like white hot knives at the center of her chest. They wrenched and twisted every time he looked over at the woman beside him. Maybe if she pulled out those knives and bled all over them both?Continue reading “What is the feeling left, the hollowness of choking back tears, when what once you had loved loved another.”
Gothic Americana Ask Meme: Appalachia
“What waits for you in the dark?” Okay, so He told me you’d get the point of this piece @dawnofstars. I’m trusting Him. Here goes… The journey had been a long one and their feet ached as they took the last few steps. The hills they’d climbed and heights they’d had to scale were finallyContinue reading “Gothic Americana Ask Meme: Appalachia”
Meme Drabble
Southern: “Who is that behind you?” She walked down streets and never feared a thing. She stood in crowds and didn’t mind their closeness. In fact, no one seemed to stand terribly close to her the whole night. The cashier at the fast food joint smiled and then faltered for a moment. “Ma’am, who is thatContinue reading “Meme Drabble”
I fell in love with nobody and now the melancholy of yearning after non-existance is slowly driving me mad.
Nobody. That was what they called them. I spent countless nights just talking with them and I hate that I fell so madly for them. We never hugged or kissed. Never even touched. They were fearful that they could hurt me, but I swore anything would be worth it. One night I leaned too closeContinue reading “I fell in love with nobody and now the melancholy of yearning after non-existance is slowly driving me mad.”
Deep South and Southern ~ Echo (shadowy-echo)
Southern will get done in a post for simplicity’s sake. Deep South: “Who would you raise from the dead?” – A companion to something @lunac-witchcraft wrote that inspired me. ❤ She made her way through the thick forest as fog hung low in the valleys. The weight of her basket bounced against her leg as she stepped over theContinue reading “Deep South and Southern ~ Echo (shadowy-echo)”
For the Gothic Americana asks- Appalachia, please?
The roads are long and twisted, old and worn like dad’s leather work boots. In the deep woods they wind through there hide all manner of horrors and macabre. The shadow people who step just out of your line of vision as you pass or the unnamed creatures whose eyes glow just before they boltContinue reading “For the Gothic Americana asks- Appalachia, please?”
Name Poem about your favorite person
Oh my… That’s a hard one. I have quite a few favorite people. Can anyone guess who this one is for? Late nights playing games and silliness as we get more tired. Chicken cacciatore and Italian bread. Autographed posters and convention flyers. Fingers running through thick beard hair and little smiles when she’s not watching.
Name poem for me please? Or wax poetic about summer thunderstorms.
Eyes watching from the dark woods. Feeling too small but screaming “FIGHT ME!” anyway. Tiny treasures left behind by well meaning spirits. A low growl, inhuman, that comes from deep inside. Hope you like it. ❤
The Storm Is Coming
It’s Summer… and I feel like there’s a storm brewing on the horizon.One of those asshole storms that builds and grows, then sits and stays for too long. It covers the roads and drowns the gardens; it ruins the delicate balance of the world for awhile. The winds whip items around and knock over theContinue reading “The Storm Is Coming”
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