Writing Challenge # 24
 

It's another week yet again ... Hope you all are ready!









Enjoy digging for the words this week...

Black this husk shows clear
midnight embers I hold dear
colored by unending fear
beads of tar become my tear
darkness wraps around my soul
using pitch to fill this hole
perhaps regaining some control
over a heart thats made of coal
shadow viels my tarnished eyes
a velvet blanket muffles cries
and nothing heard as nature tries
before my ears the birdsong dies
Please take this Darkness I dispise

An inpenentrable vault of thought and emotion
Where sunlight sometimes came to play
Darkness resides and takes the toys
The view my eyes take from a window
Only verifies the view behind them
It's raining on the earth
It's storming in my mind

On the other hand....
 

My rock
My savior
The match that lights my soul's fire
My friend
My lover
The spark that brightens the corners of thought
My god
My joy
I bless the darkness that sometimes overcomes me
Without it, would your light shine so bright?
Without it, all that I am
Could not love all that you are

Drip
 

I've left these alone for a while. Forgive me if I'm rustier than ever.

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Drip.

Clothes rustle in the background. A thick cloth covers my eyes as I lay back on a table. My hands tied down.

Drip.

Breathing is an easily distinguishable sound, as everybody in the room (Three? Ten? Twenty? Thirty?) seems to breathe in unison.

Drip.

The only other sound that's clear is that singular, miniscule splash as a drop hits above my stomach. But more important than the sound is the feeling. Fire spreads from my solar plexus, radiating outward toward my fingers and toes.

Drip.

Words are muttered around me, echoing heavily, though the originals are as indistinguishable from the echoes as the words themselves are.

Drip.

The fire is less intense now... or maybe my mind can't handle the pain and is just numbing my body to it. God only knows now. All this pain... all this suffering. I don't know that I even believe in God now...

Drip.

Somebody's removing the cloth over my eyes. I squint to prepare for onslaught of light... which doesn't come. The room is as dark as the blindfold was. The whispers are still there, still unintelligible, but somehow more insistant.

Drip.

The lights come up as slowly as the dawn. My neck is stiff. Whether from disuse or something else, I don't know. I strain to raise my neck, to look down at my body, to calm this urge to see my solar plexus, to forget about the voices surrounding me and find the source of these pops of fire.

Drip.

I will myself to raise my head at least as much as I physically push myself to, crying in exertion, taking an eternity to reach my goal.

Drip.

And I see.... nothing. No table, no body, no pool of liquid, no fire, no people.... nothing. Only darkness in spite of the light.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

the eyes to inside my soul
vision blurred so unseen lies
murky depths of broken dreams
piercing daggers driving home
begun anew rivers run of blood
wetness drips to drain this form
empty becomes this shell of soul
as shadow now consumes me whole