Crow

crow comes at night
invisible in the darkness
slips in the window
while she sleeps
burrows its sharp beak
into her seasoned flesh
and tears at
the most tender morsels…
doubts
insecurities
fears
savors the sour flavors
of being hurt
of being fooled
of being played
again…
she learns not to sleep
stays ever vigilant
least crow
swallow everything
her pride
her independence
her reason
her life…
in the morning light
sometimes she wonders
if crow is real
is a force without
or instead
lives within
a black cancer
of bone and blood
cawing chaos, while
beating sharp wings
within each breath
scraping claws
through fragile capillaries
frantic to escape
its self-made
prison…

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Apathy’s Ascension

devils, demons, and harridans
stomp with jack boots through my brain
trampling reason, trampling logic,
trampling all that is sane

razor teeth tear apart fragile trust
revealing perceived lies
sugar-coated in honeyed words
malleable untruths survive

venomous thoughts frolic and feast
leaving famine in their wake
an empty shell of a mind
filled with nothing, it breaks

and collapses inward
into the pit of passion’s death
taking a war-ravaged spirit
that at long last has found rest

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Black Is

Originally published on the Literati Mafia

black is…
the color of the ocean floor
the color of the deepest well
the color of a witch’s cat
the color of a lover’s spell

black is…
the color of infinity
the color of a new-moon night
the color of secrecy
the color of a dream that never takes flight

black is…
the color of a broken heart
the color of a demented mind
the color of an empty life
the color left behind

black is…
the color I breathe
the color I see
the color I taste
the color that owns me

for black is…me

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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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