Shattering The Hold

Redux

Intensity laced with lunacy; it’s seductively subliminal.
Past hurt swept away by the look masquerading as deeply in love.
It’s not love.
It’s danger.
And it easily has you.
If you are not careful.
Psychological warfare playing out in the depths of your mind.
Don’t be deceived by the charm of the snakes, the force of the demanding ones
or the egos of those where clever observation never occurs.
They will hurt you.
Maybe not right away, but they will.
The scars of learning are deep and never healing.
See it before it gets a hold of you.

Originally published 10/22/16 on PhiloSusi.  Re-posted with minor revisions 8/10/2018 on I Write Her.

Seized

The boys tried to plead with their captors. “Free us!” But where would they go? Trapped on a ship sailing the Philippine Sea, they could crave their freedom, but then what? They’d actually only get as far as the ledge of the boat.

Their situation tested their will. Cursing their fate, they angrily rattled the chain connecting them. “Why did we let them steal us from our families? Wouldn’t you rather be dead than enslaved?” The boys thought of the games that distracted them, leading to their imprisonment. 

Just then, the main doors opened. It was the infamous Christopher Columbus!

Abating Sins

the slickness of my tongue in youth
divulged my immaturity
when speaking untruths to get my way

at the liquor store
with a fake id
batting eyelashes for rum


at school
with drama-filled explanations
of why homework wasn’t turned in

at home
the walls cringing with angst
from screams between generations

at parties
braggadocious and vain
impressing the girls and boys for attention

as a fledgling human
i excelled in drama
yet aging now prefers that the lies come to an end

Katey Sutherland

Bloomin Awake 

With each passing minute
I unfurl and greet the day.
I am here.
Blessings as I expose myself fully.
My open stature beckons examination
As the beauty within is revealed.

Loves Me/Loves Me Not 

Oh, ox-eye daisy! Tell me of fortune today!
With sorrow, I destroy your beauty revealing my fate.
Forgive me.
But I must know – does he love me?

In Netherland 

From the buried bulbs
Appear dizzying rainbow fields
Happy recipient

~~~

Poetry and nature are the only things that make sense for Katey. This is Katey Sutherland’s first feature on The Short of It.

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Slow Death

Inspired by Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Transient &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #258 – Cesspool

it’s inevitable
we hit rough patches in life
then yearn for tranquility and comfort
or at least the ability to move to safety

there is still hope…

self-care is a must
an escape quite possibly necessary
clarity just within reach
as long as we stretch out our hands

don’t hesitate to resolve…

but swallowing feelings
pushing them down
deeper and deeper over time
builds a cesspool within

you will begin to sink…

seeking the transient warming from spirits
diving headfirst into liquid oblivion
they say, self-medication
in reality, self-destruction

addiction can kill
if we let it

Reblogs – Tien Skye & The Blighters Rock

Both pieces are exquisitely short but pack brilliant messages about the things we love, enjoy, pursue, engage in, and adore. Ultimately, my point of putting these two together is that we, as individuals, decide what ecstasy is to us.

6WSP by Tien Skye

Photo by Janko Ferlic on Pexels.com

locked in a library of freedom

Oracle by The Blighters Rock

in pure ecstasy
the priestess of the serpent
gave destiny pause

Pressure

My head began to spin as I tried to grip the loom to keep myself from falling. Slowly, I regained composure. But then, I dared to glimpse at the stain on the pattern again, making me anxious. I could hear the past in the crack of my bones as I began to tense up and curl into a ball. Lord, what is wrong with me?? I felt light and heavy simultaneously as my thoughts began to whirl and slowly creep out of control. 

I began to wonder who would pick up the slack on the production line. My abuser, maybe?