it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen
hell rises up
heaven falls
demons rush in
and pass through the walls
of the human psyche shored up
by gossamer gods and magic pills
tromping through mires of disbelief
brandishing swords, counting kills
nothing can save you now
not pleas, prayers, nor unholy deals
from the monsters I’ve set free
to sink barbed teeth into your heels
and drag your evil carcass down
into the tenebrous pits below
to rip apart your foul flesh
and feast upon your black soul
it starts
and it ends
takes flight on dark wings
and soars from my pen
©2023 jai
Image by steven underhill from Pixabay
On the Fringe of Darkness 
It starts like life and ends someday
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Yes, you see it.
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I believe King once said, something to the effect of, he writes to expose his greatest fears, to render them powerless to hurt him. Of course, he also said he has the heart of a small child, and he keeps it in a jar on his desk… 🖤
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*said — grrrr
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Fixed it. I hate it when I make typos.
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Thank you, I appreciate it. 🖤
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🖤
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Lol…I read that somewhere too.
I know some of my poetry is a way of draining off accumulated poison from past issues, but not all. Since I was a kid, I’ve always liked dark movies, tv shows, and books, and when I started writing, darkness (mostly, but not always) is what came out. 🖤
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So Vivid, captures the whole creative process so well. Fantastic
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Thank you, Stephen. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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