Monsters Made

He hurt me

with nary a though

tore away

trust

respect

made it so

I would hate him

wish him dead

with my last breath.

I succumbed

wakening in a specter state

a waith

devilish smile

begins to dance across my lips

as I realize

there is more damage to be done

and in this state,

no one will be to blame

save for the beast who stole my life

savaging other young women

girls

to sate his sickened twisted desires.

Prowling the streets

evil bleeding

feeding

city

day and night

as he takes back that energy

freely given

driving him insane.

Centuries

a man each time

craving

needing

feeding

the river below bleeds up through the ground

turning them to monsters

a cycle

as yet

to be broken.

 

©Nov. 6/22

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Dark Tide

Can a city be evil? Not the people that live within its boundaries but the city itself.

Dark shadows caress the windows, vlred down brick even as the sun glares down. Charred jagged towers spear the sky teeth gnawing away insidiously at the smallest bit of hope.

Greens seem muted, grass, leaves, greys and blacks edge the flowerbeds, death would be at home, walking these bittered paths. Somber notes play as wind slithers through wind chimes.

A deep hatred flows through the streets. Paving crossroads and crosswalks. Malignant it can be felt at every turn of the tide.

Nov. 5/22