off in the distance
in the land of wishes
beating with a flutter
never seeing you again
like a candle melting
hot little piecemeal pontifications
emerge from between the edge of lips
they’ll singe and sting for a bit
one utterance forward and two psychosis’ back
to a place where anxiety takes the reigns again
add in a bit of depression
where the blackness overrides the chaos
sleep becoming a refuge
like a candle doused
this flame inside extinguished
a life rising up as dead-smelling smoke
to scream-producing eerie things
vile and sick things
or revolting and heave-inducing things
wanting fear to take over
allowing ourselves to be unnerved
a freakish desire for jolts to our nervous system
…what is wrong with us or rather, you?
with all we’ve seen this year
where’s the hope that it will get better
dread has crammed itself
into every pocket of our lives
this feeling of more shoes dropping
more devastation landing
on already piles high wreckage
an upcoming worrisome election
more and more people dying
from covid and violence
anger abounds in every major city
four more months to go
i fear 2020 is not done with us yet
Zarah heard screams, then pounding – silence. What happened? Her hands and feet were tied. The room was dark but she could see shapes. They did not move.
“Zarah?” A voice called.
Zarah didn’t know who could know she was here. What should she do? Was someone coming to rescue her? Who else could be looking for her? Her kidnapper knew she was here. But, if he sent someone to torture her more, she wanted to stay hidden.
Just then a small critter, which she couldn’t see in the dark, ran over her leg. Automatically, she tried to scream, but the gag stopped her, yet her legs jerked without thought. Her feet hit something solid. She heard something above her make a sound, something off-balance. She couldn’t see what it might be. Would it fall on her?
Metal fell on the cement floor beside her. A door opened.
My mate and I found the perfect location for our new home. We built to our specifications to meet our needs. That’s always an exciting time for me. I love the anticipation of new views and new life. When our home was completed, I settled in for the birth of our children. Before they could be born though, a huge, fearful creature intruded and I had to flee for my life and safety.
“I hope they didn’t leave for good,” the man mused as he saw the two robins fly away from the nest they had just built in the bush right outside his window. Earlier, he had looked closer and saw one of them sitting on the nest. Had the eggs been laid yet? He was excited to watch their progress. Had they flown for good? He hoped not.
They never returned.
A Fair Trade
“I’ll trade you all of mine for only a portion of yours, a tiny portion,” the middle-aged man said casually to his friend.
“No way in Hell!” His friend exclaimed. “I’m sorry, but that kind of trade would do me no good.”
“Sure it would. You would gain a wider experience. You could see from a new perspective.”
“Nope. I’ll keep my limited experience and narrow perspective.”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t make the offer.
“You offered,” his friend laughed. “And, I was smart enough to turn it down.”
“How about five minutes?”
“Five minutes of Hell can be a real eye-opener.”
“Look at it from my point of view. I’ll take just five minutes of a childhood feeling loved and cared for. I have no idea what that might be like.”
“I feel for you, but I can’t. Sorry.”
They parted, unable to bridge that gap.
Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a farm in Kansas. Still trying to make sense of it, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and moonlight. His work has been published in print and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read.
If you’d like to be featured on The Short of It, click here for the submissions guidelines.
can i take off the masks
that hide me away
letting go the murk within
can i share my deepest
darkest bits with you
can you love me then
can i stop hiding
are you a safety net found
allowing me to purge
and let go
to be seen, heard
are you the one
who wants to know me
hear me, really seeing me
the healer of pasts
the love in my present
the hope of my future
… are you?
dark feelings engulf
trepidation clouds senses
inner core ruptures
scorching lava sizzles out
wreaks crimson umbrage
drowned in infernal abyss
a veneer disguise
contrived emotions displayed
lonesome soul cringes
a foreboding gloom pervades
silent cry echoes
Radhika’s writings reflect her thoughts and ruminations on life. While she mostly writes poetry, her blog Radhika’s Reflection is a potpourri of photographs, prose, and musings. She recently published her first book of haiku and poetry titled Eclectic Verses, which is available on Amazon.
If you’d like to be featured on The Short of It,
click here for the submissions guidelines.
nature’s forces so brutal
scared people fleeing
The first thought in my head in response to this prompt is the havoc nature is playing with us in multiple states in the USA. I happen to live in Kansas where this season we have endured endless rain, severe flooding and thunderstorms, a few tornado watches and an actual warning of one approaching our area. Unfortunately, those turned devastating elsewhere in the state. Luckily, my family and friends haven’t been terribly affected, but some were not so fortunate. Nature can be so damn beautiful and expressive, then ravage you in an instant.
nails bitten to the quick
ripped delicate cuticles
now look at that bleeding edge
what’s a nervous person to do
Being deaf wouldn’t lessen the atrocities I see around me.
Being blind doesn’t shield me from the screams of anguish.
Being mute won’t stop the tears I’d shed in agony.
Being paralyzed can’t keep me from helping when there’s a need.
Being ignorant puts off the inevitable.
They say ignorance is bliss.
But even the ignorant can feel pain.
It’ll come. Just wait for it.