Potential

It lies not in the belief that you’re a butterfly Therein lies the dusted iridescence of insanity Nor in the misguided extolments of strangers Therein lies the birth of a disfigured maggot Potential lies only in one’s ability to exceed it Most will never soar amidst the kaleidoscope art: butterfly by Peterio

Mad Kate

A severe widow’s peak favoring aquilinity, nested over a murder of crow’s feet clawing at her eye’s marge, with fresh, lunatically hewn laugh lines creasing her etiolated countenance, these lineaments on her face presaged those on the page; her fingers vomited words in widow speak, while anoesis urged the violence in her closing strokes andContinue reading “Mad Kate”

Vehemently

The ghosts insist, in the vilest vehemence, that he lay down his arms in obeisant fealty; the spirits spin the marionette, until he’s bound by his own sinew, in the edge of their favorite room; the spectres spread the pall in a sinister flourish, over the tremor in his deadened eyes; the past whispers heart-haltingContinue reading “Vehemently”

Zombie

a destructive maelstrom of sudden revelation, cast her into disarray centrifugal reactions over violent questions of her love, recherché irrational repudiation of secret somethings, a cognitive decomposition taciturn demeanour of nods and nothings, left cause as pretermission confiding in no one, granting no absolution, thus rendered dead inside chaotic incredulity, marked mental devolution, unliving thusContinue reading “Zombie”

Ophilia

Cecilia paused. She could never remember their names. Perhaps she is never told; perhaps she is made to forget. Briefly wondering how many have come and gone, she then decides that names are ultimately inconsequential, before lamenting sotto voce, “What’s in a name…” They are only labels. She’d been given many labels by the therapists,Continue reading “Ophilia”

Quiet

it is the quiet, and how it smothers internal voices, there are no others its probing tendrils, explore the spaces between the screaming, ‘fore it debases in a reminder, through its oppression he’d be alone if, not for obsession so in the silence, when hearing echoes of voices screaming, their final death throes he cursesContinue reading “Quiet”

Pedigree

she bore a pedigree of insanity familial psychosis incarcerations for generations by the state of disrepute she grew ocellated skin to watch all those around congenital paranoia from generations of incarcerations; and absorb she did news in the common room of war and isolation famine and torture religion and murder greed and lies magma flowedContinue reading “Pedigree”

Abrupt

Her evanescent sanity An abruption of the psyche, hovered overhead Dispersed in the brume of reality’s abyss Maddening madnesses corralling sadnesses As she surreptitiously clawed at her arm A misstep bound to betoken suspicious eyes They can’t discover, they can’t suspect Lest her arms be girded and out of reach She knew the game, sheContinue reading “Abrupt”

The fart catcher

Lightning split the sky over a secluded, Philadelphia country road. Autumnal sycamores and ironwoods embraced the winding route. Swollen with deep oranges and dirty yellows, they burst into glossy, earthen watercolors with each strobe of the darkness. A midnight blue, 1922 Ford Model T sits almost motionless under the driving rain. In the middle ofContinue reading “The fart catcher”