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Library in the Bog

Library in the Bog

Musty, dank, and clammy cold

furtive shadows lurk, dancing

in the twilight. Mists enfold

ancient cases, sinking, barely standing.

A catalogue of self, hidden within this fold

of brainy bog. History decomposing.

*

Danger and pain await within.

The Traveler must be stealthy, must be wary,

lest they be led astray again

by the will-o’-the-wisp and the dancing fairy.

Come upon a pilgrim past, and mark their deathly grin,

a grim reminder lest you ever seek to tarry.

*

Be wise and listen to my words

as I tell you of the lady grim.

Her beauty and her grace have ruined many lords,

bewitched by her form, svelte and trim.

Any man will gladly join her ghostly hordes,

though they be ripped limb from limb.

*

Our lady prowls these fuming halls,

seeking no prey, but sparing no man

who dares answer her mourning calls.

The one whom she adored left this lan’

long ago and past even her recall,

Death of love, this bog-mire began.

*

The overwhelming stench of decay

has eaten the flesh from her face,

and despair has well done its part to flay

her soul from her breast, and erase

the compassion she used to display.

Leaving only lust, and love debase.

*

Spoiled memories of love

crowd every drifting shelf.

Rot spilling down from memoirs above

adding ever, more filth to this bubbling piece of self.

What used to be a thriving treasure trove

of memories, is now, deplorably beyond any help.

*

People of wisdom and spirit

will avoid this library of bog and hell,

opting for life and all that comes with it.

Disregard the mire’s putrescent smell

you must pass by the Lady’s horrid pit

unless, you’re already under her spell.


For Sage

For Sage

No one knew her history.

No one knew her name.

She was old and whiskery,

yet no one for her, came.

*

The kitty was on discount.

We saw her through the bars,

so frail, and of small account,

but eyes like forming stars.

*

We brought her home that same night,

already so in love.

We learned she had little sight,

or much health to speak of.

*

She was sassy for her age.

She was bossy as hell.

She was full of fire,  our Sage

with her old lady smell.

*

At night, whiskers in my ear

or a weight on my chest,

letting me know she was near

‘fore going to her rest.

*

With each and every morning

came her yowl at the door.

“You’ll be late,” she was warning,

“And my food, I need more!”

*

From the beginning we knew

our time would be too brief.

Each moment with Sage flew,

turns out, time is a thief.

*

Just because I know it’s right

doesn’t make it simple.

You’ve given all to this fight,

it’s time, I’ve your signal.

*

Now, Sage, I’m putting off sleep,

it’s my last night with you.

There is naught to do but weep,

my heart is broke in two.

*

So Sage,  here is my goodbye.

This is my love letter,

my vow, my last lullaby-

I’ll love you forever.

Stupid Girl

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you feel clever when you locked yourself away? Did you think the dark would hide you from the world or save you from its sway?

You’re so stupid, little girl. Did you think that, if you were gone it couldn’t happen to you? Did you think the darkness would save her too?

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’ve been gone so long, you may have missed the worst, but it’s still all wrong.

You’re so stupid, little girl. You’re such a little fool. Won’t you ever learn that all they are is cruel?

You’re so stupid little girl, to think that you are strong. What a foolish hope to keep your whole life long.

You fool! Oh, how I hate you! How long have I wished you dead? And how I long to throw you from my head!

You little fool, such a poor little fool. I should pity you, and what a loathsome fact it is too, that I do.

You useless little idiot. I ache to hurt you. My hands desire to grip your neck. To see the life fly from your eyes and wreck.

You’re so stupid, little girl. Do you even know how lucky you are, to have been huddled away while I got all the scars?

You poor little fool, do you hate me, as much as I hate you? What a dismal fate it is, for us to be one and not two.