I Look Down

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

From my window
I look down, look down
At the iniquitous world spread out below me.
I look down, look down
I see the curst world, but it doesn’t see me.

From my room
I look down, look down
At the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea.
I look down, look down
I see the leaden darkness, but it doesn’t see me.

From my prison
I look down, look down
At a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets.
I look down, look down
I see all things vile and evil . . . and pray they don’t see me.

© Kaddie Tucker 2018

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Confirmation

She’s not good enough
Someone told her so
Dripped poison in her ear
A long time ago

The mirror confirms
Shows dull frizzy hair
A nose too long
Ugly body when bare

The paper confirms
When she scrawls with pen
Mediocre writing
No contest it’d win

The past confirms
No good deeds were done
No sacrifices made
No battles won

The present confirms
A dull empty life
No one’s darling
No one’s wife

The future confirms
What she already knows
Nothing will change
Down that long dark road

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Sleeping Dogs

Stretched out like a sorrowful slithering snake
No warm sun, no cool moon to light its way
Dank and dismal, ceiling scaly with stunted stars
Purgatory’s hallway, colored tear-stained gray

Barred doors line its bowed-in, petrous walls
Fashioned from lies and anger, jealousy and greed
Keys without locks, and locks without keys
Hiding haunted hearts that eternally bleed

Cold bricks weep night sweats, whiskey, and coke
Discordant screams slide underneath sallow doors
Unanswered prayers seep through crumbling cracks
Curdle into a slippery stigmata upon the frigid floor

Don’t break the painted-over seal, don’t peer inside
Don’t look upon fractured faces hiding hurts and slights
Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to
Don’t offer false salvation…let sleeping dogs lie.

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Death Becomes Her

Death becomes her…
Smoothed the seams that lined a tired face
Erased the anger from eyes of green flint
Hushed the blush that colored cold cheeks
Purged the pain from a heart, empty and spent

Death becomes her…
Hollow hope packed its overstuffed bags
Romantic ruminations stepped out the door
Borrowed tomorrows went on vacation
And now sleeps serenely beneath sandy shores

 

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