(So I completely missed that this was supposed to be a poem…🤷‍♀️)

The crisp air nipped at my skin. Frost biting my exposed nose and fingertips. The wind whistled and rumbled in my ear, blowing hard against my hoodie. The chill in the air felt like a breath mint in my sinuses. It was unusually cold for May, the remnants of winter holding on. The sun hid behind a sky full of gray, refusing to shin...

A cheesey pop song played over the speakers.

Cheers and whoops came from the mass of packed guests. The Bride had already changed into a shorter dress and was currently gyrating on the dance floor like a drunk muppet. Her new husband, seemed to approve.

Tucked away in a back corner, I sat. A lone table all to myself. My leg bounced as I stared blankly at my drying phone, just scrolling endlessly...

A veil, so soft and humid.

Thick in the air like a blanket of haze.

I walk through it, lost. It holds me close.

Arms wrapped around my shoulders, embracing.

A miasma, a scent so earthly and sweet.

Dancing on my tongue, like dew.

Shapes abound, playing between mist and shadows.

Forms distant and dark, man, child, beast.

My feet sink deep in mire, grass against my waist.

How sweet I breathe in.

Fo...

From dirt and water.

In his image he breathes life.

Hands sculpting, creating form.

From dust, arise.

And dust, return.

Fingerprints left behind in clay.

A face unfinished.

Fresh and still.

With breath.

Life shall mold anew.

From his side,

The sculptor plucks argil.

A wife he forms.

All white earth and moss.

For his Adam of clay....

Grand vampire Oscar, first of his name, awoke. His eyes snapped open and a snarled curled his lip. His coffin opened with a shuttering groan. He rose, arms crossed against his chest.

The room was dark, pitch black. But his blood red eyes gleamed, scanning around the shadows with pure malice. He was hungry and ready to feed.

He raised his foot, preparing to step over his velvet cushioned coffin. B...

The sky watched scorned. Black wispy clouds circled overhead like a mad darkening storm.

My own transcript, melded into the sky, the dirt, the water. Written words now a perfect replica of my world in my head.

My heart, my soul, my passion.

I had poured myself so deeply into paper. Twisting out my world. My world of hopelessness, despair and destruction.

Eldrove, The Siver Vale.

Now I stand i...

“What did you do?”

His breath shutters, choked.

His fingers trail away, distant.

His eyes so wide, scared.

“What did you do?”

I tell him, “Nothing!”.

But my hands are bloody, red.

I hide them behind my back, reaching.

“What did you do?”

His voice is so soft now, timid.

His eyes turn dull, cold.

My hands coated in his life, gone....

“Have a good day!” The cashier calls after me. Two paper grocery bags fill my arms as I leave. The warm sun hits me in the parking lot, as I make my way to my car. Summers starting already.

I balance a bag on my hip while I scramble for the key fob in my pocket. I hit the alarm button and the car starts to flash and beep.

“Oh damn it…!” I hiss out, nearly dropping both bags. I free the key and ma...

The nurse hands her to me, wrapped in a snug pink bundle. Her face is scrunched up and wrinkled. All angry like a little old granny.

Melody watches, tired eyes content. Dark bags hang low below her shining blue eyes. She’s more beautiful now then ever before.

My eyes sting, as I stare at her face. This impossible life I hold in my hands, brand new. Half me, half Melody. A person, so fresh and unl...

You light me and I burn.

Scorched earth before me.

Red ground, broken.

Seeping through my pores like molten gold.

If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

Unmatched, zealous creature that I am.

I crave, and I scorch.

I want, and I receive.

My touch like fire, my tongue a pyre.

Words, whispered and stoking.

Fuel me, my lover.

Tender of fire, my warmth.

Watch me burn out.

To dust, to embers....