Sugar was her addiction
Add in caffeine
and high fats
She’d binge for days
She laughs as she jokes
her stomach’s made of iron
but sugar’s touch was felt
She wished to dine
on veggies
and fruits
Reap the benefits of health
But she couldn’t sustain it
Sugar called again
with a sip, a taste
and she answered
Late in the day, but my stories are here!
I’m sorry for the lack of blog posts on my part. I’m sorry for not reading others’ posts and commenting, too.
Time has run away from me, and I’m fighting to get it back under hand. Excuses have been its friend, leading me astray. I hope to turn a new leaf in the days to come (this time it should be a true promise).
I hope you enjoy my tales of the week and the prompts. Also, if you have tips on how to get back on track with a routine, I’m all ears!
June 18th
Galaxies away, a green marble similar to Earth spun around a star. Its waters hid beneath the ground, touched by colourful roots. Flowers and trees stretched in the light, and glowed like fireflies. They thrived. They made memories and guarded their #sentient home.
June 19th
Her feet stumbled across the cobblestone roads beneath dim street lights. A distant church bell chimed once in the night though she scarcely heard it. The lights flickered off in the #bistro she passed, and she banged on the windows. Bloody hand prints marred the glass.
June 20th
His #Embrace was to be held
By Love alone
To feel safe, secure
To feel passion’s touch.
His Embrace was the other half
Of a broken Heart
And it enveloped
But gave space
Like a practiced lover.
His Embrace was the truth
In its scolding form
And it was our life
Bound.
June 21st
Heat licked her brow and sweat formed, dripping down her face. The forge burned furiously in mid-July, warming her #iron to a glorious yellow. Tongs in hand, she wiped her face on her slick arm and pulled her piece from the heat.
Pressed to her anvil, she hammered away.
June 22nd
#Scars covered her body, caused by various things. Bug bites itched, cats and dogs that bit and scratched, burns, surgery.
Her fingers drifted across a faint yet raised area.
A scissors’ blade had left three lines, wielded by her own hand. But that was behind her.
June 23rd
The tempo pounded off the walls and set the #mood to dance. Bodies converged on the floor, writhing to an indistinct melody. Heels lay abandoned at the tables, bare feet emerged.
The music hit a fever pitch, strobe lights flashed viciously, and the bodies hit the floor.
June 24th
The #cosmic elements had aligned
in the lens of her telescope.
Black lace covered pale skin
A white candle in her hand.
Flames danced on the wick
under a scarlet sky.
Her feet padded the grass
and her spell teased the air.
Magick rushed to her touch
Willful and Eager.
Blood fed the barren ground
Bodies decorated it
Like discarded toys.
Swords pierced the Earth
Beside the crippled, lifeless corpses
And yet
There was a Beauty in this Darkness
In the Savagery of War.
Life fled this land
Once rife with the green blades of Grass
Replaced now by blades of Iron and Steel.
For what, they ask
The Glory of Battle, the Honour it gave.
No structures of stone or wood
Stood in sight of the horizon.
A vast Nothingness claimed these lives
And Nature would take its Victims.
Limbs bared to Bones, sinking in dirt.
Rust from fruitless rains would claim the soiled metal.
The Shadows of carrion birds’ wings filled the sky
Their caws shredded the Silence, deafening.
Beaks ripped at stripped Flesh
As the Sun set, its rays of Light frightened by the field.
It seems a Horrible Dream.
An Evil that Desecrates the Human Soul.
Wars are waged, the Cost ignored.
Kember's Journey 