their cries are haunting me
i wish i could filter out
or at least dim the torment
of the wailing
of those not yet pronounced dead
shrieks reduced to whimpers
on hallow’s eve
The mission was to murder all the men on the beaches of Florida in broad daylight. What a time to be alive! We stuck tight together as we got them one by one, by boat and on foot, coming at them from both sides. We were speedy and efficient.
My weapon of choice, a machete; others preferred their machine guns. They thought I left too much space for error or getting killed. Perhaps, but I liked murder up close. Death is where I found my happy place.
I smiled, hearing the men gasping for air, drawing in deep, raspy breaths.
Regret means inaction and feeling guilty.
life is hard
being used, abused and tossed about
but generally something good can come of it
but to be chosen
over and over while watching those remaining
experience the afterglow of seeing another day
… it cracks me up
i am sure
these tasty treats
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The doves silently flew above the elves on their daily walk. Theodore kept the pace pretty rigorous; soon, he was sweating. He pulled up the sleeves on both his little arms, revealing a new tattoo. The others were jealous but said nothing. They knew it was a sin to covet.
It started to rain, luckily one of them had brought an umbrella, a gigantic one to fit all seven of them underneath it. What a blunder that would have been stuck in the forest without protection as the rain and thundering began. Imagine them being even more leathery and small.
He could be worth the trouble.
the leaves of autumn
languish on the forest trails
i breathe in the moist fragrance of an october rain
deep into my lungs
what was once green foliage
lush, vibrant and full
now becomes a new carpet for the forest
another layer to add to its history
i sigh heavily and gnash my teeth
for the leaves falling and bare tree branches
signal that summer has unfortunately come to an end
and an awful realization my SADD will soon begin again
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix & Sadje’s What do you see #102
in my youthful mind
before responsibility aged me
dreams of rich discovery carried me over mountain tops
in the direction of promising golden rays of fortune
the thrill of adventure hastening all my steps
but with a scowl i realized i was out of steam
leaving me motionless and stranded
in the middle of life