I'm drowning in piles of notebook paper
all crumpled up
crawling with scribbles crossed out.
Ideas half-born and aborted again and again.
How I miss the day
when my words rang true
and danced upon the page.

We all know there's something coming.
The tone of the air has changed
from its light flickering
to a deathly silence.
A moment holding in its final breath
before fading away.

But none of us know what's approaching.
Whether it's a new, albeit normal day
or a reckoning.
The day a long-suffering god will finally be through with us
or the day our fate finally catches up.

For better or worse,
there's no way of knowing the truth
until the moment comes.
Not until the present tears asunder
and the future comes rushing in
in all it's potentially apocalyptic glory.

We'll just have to wait and see
​what this new moment brings.

The quote at the beginning is from one of my latest favorite books, "Ten: Part 1" by Sin Ribbon. It's an awesome urban fantasy with darker elements, so please check it out!

​https://www.amazon.com/dp/1796616664?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share

Sweet dreams tickle at
your eyelids. All that is left
to do now, is sleep.

If you ever visit the land of Yesterday
don't forget to walk down Memory Lane,
I hear the chocolate shop there's nice.
Bittersweet Eats.
Try the truffles.

Oh, and stop by your storage container.
The one marked 'Forgotten'.
Add another padlock.
Trust me, you don't wanna know what's in there.
It's better left in Yesterday.

In the end,
just make sure you're the one that comes back,
and not your formal self.
They were an asshole.

Step right up,
it's time to make a choice!

Yes, I know you've made plenty of those
with a menagerie of significances.

You've lived your life a certain way,
and I'm sure you had your reasons,
but those don't matter anymore.

This is the ultimately decisive one,
and it will steer your fate from here on out,
whether that be towards redemption
or an eternal torment of your mind's own making.

For your sake
I hope your actions don't drop you in the basement,
and that you're kind to your guide here.

Because if you glimpse the face behind the child's eye
and earn her ire,
then you might earn yourself
a lifetime reservation.

And you wouldn't want your ride on the lift
and your possible redemption
to be a waste,
would you?



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Inspired by "The Lift", an incredible audiodrama anthology podcast. Please check it out and meet Victoria :)

​http://victoriaslift.com/

Wait a moment
for the droplet to fall,
for the bird to sing,
for the person to smile.

A little nurtured moment
here and there,
might lead to new growth.

A hint of green
reaching out from parched, cracked earth.
Land deserted and abandoned
long ago, for brilliant movie screens.

The little droplet played its favorite game with the sun,
hopping and skipping across the pool's surface,
seeing what dazzling refractions it could cause with its friend's rays.

Its burbling laugh echoed
and the elder droplets sighed.

"How could something so tiny be so loud?"
"Doesn't it know that we are resting?"
"We can't have a moment of stillness with that upstart around."

They grumbled as they always did,
quietly to each other under the babbling.
But they never chastised the little droplet
or made it quiet down.
Because its happiness sent ripples through the pool
and they were always warmed by it,
even if they would never admit it.

My eyelids drift steadily downward
dragging me towards oblivious slumber.
I can only hope
that whatever awaits me
inside my head
is entertaining and lovely,
not brimming with horrors
and dark oozing sludges
with acidic saliva dripping from a sparking tongue.

Glimpse the light hidden
behind bad news and teardrops.
Somewhere, there's a smile.

Where is your soul?
Is it abandoned somewhere, alone?
Or has it taken a vacation?
A jaunt through the sky and brilliant light
where it can forget about being your other half
and just enjoy a day
of glistening in the sun
and feeling lighter than air.
You should let it out more often.
Maybe you'll feel lighter that way, too
and your heart won't feel
so overcome with desperate wingbeats.