Monsters Made

He hurt me
with nary a though
tore away
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
to sate his sickened twisted desires.
Prowling the streets
evil bleeding
day and night
as he takes back that energy
freely given
driving him insane.
a man each time
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

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