By Ms.Johnee on April 6, 2009
She pulled herself out of the water, nails digging into the soggy riverbank, choking on weeds and coughing up the muck from the riverbed. She lay still for a while, long wet tendrils of her dark hair straggling across her face, her fingers embedded into the moss and leaves beneath her. Her jeans, heavy with [...]
Posted in Death Poems, Prose Poetry | Tagged Ash, blood, Bound, Bud, Butt, class, cold, Concrete, Creatures, dark, Dawn, death, Dirt, Elbow, eyes, Fate, fiction, Flesh, Ghosts, Grass, Horizon, horror, Knots, love, Map, Moss, Muck, Mud, Nails, Nature, pain, Rain, Rebirth, Rope, Rose, Sea, sin, Sky, Sun, Thighs, Tick, Toes, Tree, Trees, world
By b on July 12, 2008
Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged Anger, Antiques, Apartment, Array, Aunt Mary, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Beautiful, Blow, Brother, Bun, change, child, childhood, Children, Choice, class, Coffee, cold, cool, Coop, Corner Bedroom, courage, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, Dance Floor, dancing, dark, Dawn, Direction, Ears, empty, Family Poems, Father, fiction, Frey, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grand Trees, Grass, Guess, Guidance, Hill, horror, house, Lace, Lad, Lain, Liar, lies, Life, Life Style, Little Girl, Loon, Lost, love, Money, Mother, Nature, Nec, Neighborhood, night, people, Pianist, Pore, Reason, Remnants, respect, Respectability, Retrospect, Ribs, Rodeo Girl, Running, Rush, S Child, School, Shoes, sin, sleep, smile, Sorority, Stairs, Sun, Swinging, Swinging Bridge, Tea, Token, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Upscale Life, Upstairs, war, wife
By paisley on May 8, 2008
they used to keep them here you know
the criminally insane
locked away in thickly padded rooms
thorazine flooded veins..
cold blooded killers, for the most part
truly societies bane
predators at heart,, feeding sick minds
staving off their pain..
the ones that perished within these walls
denied admittance to the next plane
walk the halls, of a full moon
it has become their domain..
they have [...]
Posted in Ghosts | Tagged blood, Champagne, cold, Flood, Full Moon, Haunt, Haunted, heart, horror, Lain, Moon, night, pain, paisley, Rain, Veins
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