Night ChangeĀ 

Waiting patiently, She flips her phone over and over in her lap, waiting for the tiny buzz to know her lover had text back. Her cheeks reddened, and a knot the size of a coconut tied in her stomach, gently playing against her beads, making her catch her breathe at the thought of him. Oh, she breathed- how she couldn’t wait much longer, thinking the site of him could pull her out of this deathly hollow

“Have a good night,” the shadow to her left had said, she smiled and nodded- echoing the words back to him. She glanced up, locking faint eyes with her lover a few yards away. She smiled and left the car in a haste, closing the door, making sure she won’t have to come back again, not until later she said. 

Throwing her arms hesitantly, wanting not to scare but invite him in. So he went and she followed, through the door, into a room. She took the first hit, exhaling from her lips, like a skaley snake with wings. Mm, she breathed, a long desire to want to fade away- given to her through a plant called its holder. Not long after, she met in time her lovers lips, another desire to feel once connected, to love again. 

And so she did, dangerously, trusting him with her second hand heart, where she crafted the pieces of her already broken vessel. She tears it open, to let the blood flow, so he could feel a love she could offer through touch. But touch, it was funny, where she felt a light, tiny little whispers, that her lover had said. And this time she did not just echo words back, she felt, oh yes she felt- a deep connection, just wanting to start again, to grow its vine on precious jewels, her new love, a love that grew,

Can she once be loved again?




I played those little ryhmes all the time,

And they always sparked my mind with laughing memories,

But all life is,

Is the memories we hold when we ponder asleep.

Funny? I say not, for when my thine heart;

Humor me not,

Escapes this graple of vines and thorns,

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll see clearly again.

Sadly I cannot grab the hands of pleading cries to save myself,

only I can step out of that hold.

But how, I think.

These cloudy eyes have seen the better, that other side of the coin.

How do I flip that coin, how can I just know it will land on Heads?

Life is all and chances,

Would I have to make that chance?

Would this empty pitiful heart take another fight.

I think so… Yet the hesitation in my voice rules the better of me.

I cant just let the voices outside my head and affection rule the happiness,

because sometimes it will only be me.

Maybe it will always be just me.



“Parasites” says the Queen of Maggots

*Behind a closed door lies a beginning, or an end, another world, another lifetime. Behind any closed door, hidden there is a key or lock. Behind all closed doors, comes new possibilities. Behind every close door, hides a secret*

A quick jab in the girls jaw had her flying down, hitting her little head against the hard floor. She couldn’t cry, even though she wanted to, it would make him laugh. His boot swung up and with enough force, he kicked her little body off the ground, thrown against the wall. She plummet down, afraid. She coughed and wheezed, her vision blurry, her eyes hot with tears.

The monster, a horrid swine, bent down, coming close to her ears, whispering evil hatred. He grabbed her long, knotted hair with his hand and dragged her to a dirty old mattress on the floor, in this torture room. He ripped off her only clothes and threw them across the empty room, laughing crazily.

The little girl whimpered, pleading not be hurt, like this, again. But there was no stopping a madmen, a beast, a parasite, from killing, hurting, raping, torturing… It will be an endless cycle in this world. Unless these weeds can be pulled from the garden, to never again harm a precious, fragile flower like the little girl. The little flower named Phoebe.

“I know you want me like this, you little disgusting whore!” He hissed in her ear, she cried- which angered him. He wrapped his huge, wolf- like hands around her small neck, squeezing hard where she couldn’t breathe. He laughed, and laughed, taking in the excitement from the little girls face, a face of pure terror and agonizing horror.

“Please… just… stop.” she breathed-
and suddenly
She was free.
He was lifted off of her body, thrown back, a bullet blasting his brains and tissue all over the wall.
A loud ringing began and she held her hands up to her ears, trying to block out the pain. Everything turned white, and a warm blanket covered her dirty body, and she was lifted by strong welcoming hands, and in the distance she heard a soft voice, “You’re safe now Phoebe, do not be afraid.”

And in that moment, her heart gave in, not rejecting, but allowing the unknown hero have full utter control over the next few moments of her unstable life.

Later on, in some point of time, she heard the words, “One other parasite removed from…”