Nothing to Fear but Fear Herself

She wore a black hood; black as night, dark as death, so she could hide among the shadows in the alley, the blind spots behind lampposts, and in the corners of your room. When your heart missed a beat, and your breath wouldn’t come, know that fear had stolen them for herself.

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– Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #110 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 14. Prompt was “the girl that wore the black hood.” WC 52. Photo from MaxPixel.

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Trapped

Deep inside my head
Sticky, silky, webs abound.
Thoughts suppressed, tangled, and bound.

Lying in my bed,
Vision muted,
Sounds diluted.

Words said. Tears shed.
Memories caught, entangled,
Repeated, distorted, and mangled.

Misunderstood and taken for dead,
They dismiss my rage
As desperation, and silently turn the page.

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Deep dream, white noise

– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #49: Painful Silence. Poetry format: abb acc add aee. Image prompt from Wikimedia.

Song of the Banshee

The screaming banshee howled through the night.
We cowered in the shadows to hide from the fright.
She rages on, for death she sees.
We hold our breath, close our eyes, and freeze.
Someone wouldn’t see the morning light.

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– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 37: Dark. Photo from Wikipedia. “Song of the Banshee” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.