Posted in stream of consciousness

Sometimes He’s a Man

There’s a wolf in my closet.

Sometimes he’s a man.

He watches me through a crack in the door.

I can feel his eyes

Surveying my naked body.

He licks his lips,

Waits for me to leave,

Then he slips out,

Crouched low like hanging smoke

And molests my things.

I hear crashes in the bathroom

And run to find the culprit

But he sinks back into the shadows

And watches me.

I catch him out of the corner of my eye

Shifting in shards of light.

Sometimes he hides beneath my bed

And waits till I’m asleep. 

Then he slides his fingers,

Light as a breeze,

Along my spine.

I worry one day he’ll rip it out.

If I haven’t been quiet enough.

My friends think I’m crazy,

But they won’t spend the night.

This is part 1 which has morphed into part 2 (more flash fiction, less poem). Photo is from the WordPress library.

Posted in stream of consciousness, Word Prompt

Is It You After All?

Memories are fickle little things
I watch your gait as you move through a crowd
Is it you after all?
Your laugh and your gaze
Ignite flames but the lighter clicks
And never catches hold
Of my stray dreams and gut feelings
Whenever I smell sweet smoke
Or the slightest whiff of your voice in monotone over my stereo.
Perhaps we need it this way
Perhaps time has bound our brains.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Strain

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String/Heart

We’re connected by string, where hearts wander others bleed.
It’s your soul, inexplicably woven, interconnected, forever intersecting where we inevitably collide.
We crash and spin, debris scattering this lifespan.
Junkyard hearts rebuilt for our eventual mates, weighted with this tugging of our fates.