Writing Prompt

I dreamed a nightmare that captured my soul.

Not understanding, it burned as coal.

Awakened, distressed, began to ponder,

What had become of this place and yonder?

The angels manifest goodness and kind,

The demons ranted from out of their minds.

People, all people, were crazed and confused,

Angels were hated and devils amused.

The people captured, the demons had won.

Their minds were twisted...

Do not resent the night,

Though there is much to fear of the unknown,

There are some things about the darkness that are not so foreign to us.

For instance, we know that its velvet canopy visits us each and every night,

Enveloping our bodies and our homes in its dark embrace.

Is that not enough to trust it to keep us safe?

So open armed is this pitch nothingness that even in death,

When our...

Sarah Johnson stood staring at the entrance to the cemetery and from a distance she could see the streetlamp shining on the other side⎼its welcoming glow falling on the sidewalk that would lead her home. The night was cold with fierce winds that blew right through her knitted sweater leaving its marks in forms of small bumps that prickled on her arms and jean covered legs. She mentally kicked hers...

It’s evening and the night is closing in.

The last glimpse of light disappears above the trees.

Wait!

There!

You’ll hear it!

Nothing.

For one infinitesimal moment

there is no sound.

No movement

Nothing breathes

Nothing flutters

Nothing scratches

No one sings.

The darkness surrounds.

Slips over

Around

Beneath

Above

And tucks you in for the night.

Then you realize it’s all an illusion.

It...

Lost in the darkness,

Surrounded but all alone,

Lost in my own mind,

Surrounded by the nightmares,

And things I want to forget....

Darkness, my old friend

If by friend you mean that friend who counts favour and investment the same

That friend who will intoxicate you and film the aftermath to shame you, like it’s a game

He’ll watch you cover yourself in filth, in drunken stopper with the promise of hiding you, just as long as he get to overshadow, rule, overrule the truth.

Darkness has creeped, busted, lusted, slandered, pan...

It's strength arises from my own weakness

When my eyes close

the only time I wish to embrace it

Even as the sun shines I still tumble towards its nemisis at the end of the tunnel

I find solace knowing they can't see me stumble and fall in this place

When my eyes close

I bask in the glory of the rarerifed dreams sent my way

reminded I am capable of anything even when consumed in its presence ...

They say it consumes you when

You least expect it.

I believe them because it happens to me

All the time, the way it creeps

Behind your eyes and slowly making them water

And suddenly you’re crying, why?

I cry and I wonder why I am the way that I am

Why am I this way?

Why can’t I look like the girls from the magazines

On Instagram? They have perfect lives

All of it, lies

You’ll never be like...