Two become One…..

Winter
shrouds the ground
covering all in sleeping death
memories stored
forgiveness withheld
oh damn you poor woman.
Life attacks
in so many ways
how can you be sure
which lesson you should learn?
It is easy to differentiate.
At least it is for me.
I run
I hide
I try so hard
not to face the voice in my head.
I turn my eyes
I duck my head
I am weak
I am
I cannot
I will not
oh shit
hear it comes again…..
the voice
whispering
chiding
making me see.
Truth is not easy to face
to see.
It is painful.
Rip back the scab.
Rip back the veil.
It is time…..
amalgamate me.

©Oct. 13/19
Picture is my own

Nightmare Delights

Dance macabre
dungeon of death
everyone loves role play.
Being afraid
one night out of the year
the inner beast
finally released.
Ghouls
draped in rotted cloaks
faces hidden
no one wants to see
half a jaw worn through
cannot be unseen.
Mummies
bandaged with sand
cursed to plunder the sea
of a time where none believe
that they can be real
deserving of royal accolades.
Giant web
strands of silken gold
drawing in the unwary.
Clutch close
beware the demon blessed
they will consume your soul.
Screams
laughter
giggles all throughout the night
at the Haunted Horror House.
Death strolls
holding the hand
his protege
his child
his time of renewed innocence.
As the moon begins to slip
sun begins to rise
all the monsters
all the beasts
head back home
to await the next night.

©Oct. 13/19
Picture via Pinterest