“An ever-glowing softness of things, hazy in the darkness I reach. A comforting yet overwhelming feeling, a dull soul that reflects my own. I withdraw, frozen to the bone. “I am not alone.” Embracing this comfort in an avalanche of emotion. I hold her and she holds myself. The frigid darkness lingers, bathed in the tears of purity. Bound by fate, fused by love. “I am here. I will continue to be here” smiles crack onto broken faces.” A new spring breaks through an overcasting winter, love is renewed.

Eery eyes, flying in forbidden skies. Golden rims grace the tears of astrological gods. Blistering red irises gaze upon puny man, Astomatous being of solace, though with some malice. Faint ears are given the faint hush of words, “Be not afraid”. Of in the planes, not too far. The blood-curdling scream of a man.

Newts eyes, baby fat. With glistened brooms, they soar. Human hearts they adore!

She was an angel, From heaven, she flew downward, Down deep into hell

I always brought a flashlight with me at night when I went on the backyard swing. When I came to use it I only saw hundreds of reflecting eyes.

I never wanted you to let me go. Until the day you held me hostage.

I normally drool every night while asleep, though I never really had this happen to me. I woke up last night with the taste of blood; when I went to move, a black widow crawled out of my mouth covered and wrenching in spit.

Grandma was good, Grandma was great, Until she locked me in a laundry crate. To the lake we went, Gasping for air out the vent. There I go I sank my life was spent. As I floated I was noted, Grandma was seized, Most were pleased. But I lay unrested, Claws detested, Dragging her soul underground.

Walking alone in the forest brings many delight; the birds are chirping to natures song. It brought me the same joy until I could only hear my heavy breathing and the only sound was a gun cocking in the distance.