I wait in chains
for the dawn, for the almighty clock to tick.
Dangling for the universe to see,
whole lifetimes swim beneath me.
My eyes consume all things in absentia.
Like parchment, my skin,
inked with small stories, unread.
If they came to cut me down, I would deny them.
“Let me hang,” I would cry. “For here I will outlast you all.”
I wait in chains
for a key, for a hand to turn it.
My lips are sewn shut, and my tongue locked behind the pale bars
of my jailer teeth.
At times, the wind rips at my flesh.
At others, it adores me.
Still I sway in bondage, unknowing what is real,
and what lies have come to whip me.
I wait in chains
for the night to die, for the sole voice I starve to hear.
Naked, the shadows strip me to my bones,
killing each yesterday, tearing the names from tomorrow.
If it stings, no one will know,
for none will lift their faces to see me.
And when it comes at last, whether I am whole or living death,
the cold clasps of my captured soul will break.
I will tumble, through cloud, through rain, through everything
I have watched, yet never touched.
The suspense will end.
And I will know the worth of my waiting.
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She lives in the wind
or so the riot tells me.
A golden flame, a pale rapture, an elemental catastrophe,
all of this, and more, the riot will say.
An invisible trail, she leaves,
on the streets we have walked, in our rumbled bed.
But she is never lesser.
Her hours of toil beget mere moments of calm,
for there is no taming her, only the lie thereof.
She walks never straight, but in tangles, in weaves,
and on wild paths only the trees can name.
She lives in the wind
or so I’ll say
from now until the end of everything.
Many will try, and many will dream of her at peace,
only for a moment’s breeze to unravel her.
to take her skyward.
to unleash her.
The riot, she is.
In body, in spirit.
And those who would tame her,
had best beware.
Soaked to my very bones, I stood in the mansion’s foyer. My boots left puddles on the shadowed stones, and my shirt made a storm of its own, raining dark water in a circle around me. All the lights were off—the maid had scurried back to her tower for the day.
If only it were safe, she could’ve used the cellars and stayed dry.
But then, it wasn’t safe, I knew.
How long I lingered in the foyer, I could not have said. Though only early afternoon, the grey sunlight dripped through the windows as if declaring its retirement for the day. I felt timeless. Motionless. Barely alive. The only sounds in the world were the rain’s battering of the windows and the thousand thoughts in my head scrambling over one another just to be heard.
I hadn’t slept in the last several days, and thus I hadn’t dreamed. Too long into every night, I’d been consumed with painting canvasses that grew darker with each brush stroke. The source of my dark inspiration had begun to worry me. My suspicions were no longer shallow puddles, but rather oceans of doubt.
Someone…or something…lay beneath Carrick.
Stealing my work.
Locking my doors.
Darkening my mind.
Blackening my paintbrush.
Still dripping with rain, I pondered what to do:
Call the police? Tell them, ‘Hello, officer. I’m Alex, and there’s a pale-eyed demon in my basement.’
Sell this place? Leave it behind like Clara said?
Only one thing was certain.
Geoff can’t come back here until it’s safe.
I studied the foyer’s high, high walls. Weathered tapestries bearing coats-of-arms I didn’t recognize hung from blackened iron rods. Plaques commemorating events of which I’d never heard clung to nails long ago hammered into the mortar.
Above the hearth, which hadn’t been lit in ages, something else was fastened to the wall.
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Am I dead, I asked her?
In a box, I did molder,
rotting, shapeless, my nightly sleep.
Dead, but dreaming, of what waited
beyond my comfortable dirt, beyond
my opulent world of worms and disquiet.
But when they asked, wake me none I said
until the day my box is broken.
And then the first of dreams
drained through the holes where nails once lay.
I listened. I woke. And pushed away the cold dirt.
My insides, new, pumped with raw life,
and I recalled the days I’d never lived.
The moon, she burned my face. My eyes, she scalded
with such light my box never allowed.
Still hushed, she bade me walk beside her,
and her smile drank away my grave-dust.
For hours, we tread lightly
On the shadowed fields, unseen.
Of the world below, of worms, of coffins, she asked,
and for the moon, we floated high,
in the wind, the light, and nothing.
But to the silver jewel, we never did come,
for at last, she saw the dusk within,
and feared, with me, the sun
would not rise.
Quickly, we climbed back down.
The dirt waited, starved of me.
Where now will you go? the dream asked me in lament.
To sleep, I said. My home, it is,
in my tomb, dead but dreaming always.
Down, she lay me, shining no more, but gloaming
as I slid into bed, shivering.
Again, I’ll see you? she asked.
Long from now.
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A sample from the popular blog 10 Things to ask yourself Tonight.
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