The inkwell shook, rocking back and forth, falling to shatter as it hit the stone floor. Escaping the glass, dark green venom sizzled and spat, travelling resolutely towards Glut. Holic’s ghostly #laugh echoed as the feathered quill flew like a quarrel, searching for its prey.
#vss365

Dim starlit avenues
chase time toward
a mausoleum where
memory still laughs
at the thought,

Where was I
if not with you?

Who was I
if not with you?

—j.e.m.
#poetry #vss365 [laugh]

The others speak about his #charm, their tongues coated in indulgence, their lips frozen in permanent upturned smiles. They don’t notice the ‘harm’ hiding in plain sight, just as they don’t see the black-eyed, black-souled girls he leaves behind.

#vss365

Daemon Soul Awakening

18 year old Terry Baker is lost without direction, his life passing him by.

A chance meeting...
One choice...
Changes the world forever...

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"Aye, the sirens," says the lighthouse keeper, picking a bit of tobacco from his beard. "Some nights, when the wind is just so, I swear I can hear 'em singing." "What do they sing?" I prod him. A faraway look in his eyes, he says in a voice barely above a whisper, "Tubthumping."

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He was never jealous. But what he lacked in jealousy he made up for in greed. He was greedy for my attention, my conversation, my laughter, my body. My schedule was his Stratego, my time the flag to capture. I went to the theater to see movies alone. Next move.
#vss365 - GREED

The boat comes in hard over the #chop. Hollow-eyed men disembark.

A woman runs up, searches among them, wails.

The final two men down the gangplank carry her husband, rolled up in the net they fished him with.

The sea offered nothing that day. It didn't take, either.

#vss365

Her touch will not be forgotten
she kindles flames in the veins of mortal men
a nymph with selfish intentions
observe the water with swaying shadows
she brushes her hair in a seductive manner
rousing the minds of needy men
her hips are warm but her heart is cold

#vss365

She had charm galore. It was there in every twist of her carefully curled hair, in every calculated #brush of her hand on his arm. In every insincere word that spilled from her ruby-hued lips.

#vss365

She #probes possibilities.
Examines eloquences.
Picks the lie from between her teeth and spits it, sour and bloodied, into the sink.
The truth will have to do.

#vss365

Third Ave Elevated

New sky cracks blue as eggshell. Brooklyn's fresh morning coat. A little tacky. No varnish.

Here I am, this paper-cut hustler, painted quick under the brim, and let live where I stick.

Peel me free! I'll dance like a happy scrap.

I fell in love last night.

#mpotd #whistpr

resigned to people-pleasing
like a beaten, sad-eyed hound
always coming back for more
—loneliness will do that
the unscrupulous toss their scraps,
morsels to these circling koi,
and absorb the ensuing frenzy
for their diluted affections

#whistpr #crowcalls

It'd been 3 weeks since his mom had died & 3 weeks of built-up, suppressed emotion.Try as he might, he could find no release. Now he stood on a bridge, a tether tightened on his ankles. He jumped, & cried a cathartic scream. As he was about to hit the water, the bungee strap yanked him back. #vss365

She presses down hard. Her fingernails meet the boundaries of the wound, leaving red crescents around the edges. Blood seeps into the cracks and she pulls back, wincing even as she feels a quiet satisfaction, a moment of #cathartic release.

#vss365