Tag: poem

VENGEANCE

“Vengeance” I reached inside and ripped out your heart I stand here with it beating in my hands Make one move towards me now, and I’ll squeeze it just as hard as I can Your time has come to suffer for your cruelty and… Continue Reading “VENGEANCE”

LIKE A WILD ANIMAL

“Like a Wild Animal” Forgotten Lost and Afraid Shattered Dreams Drift  Away Loved Once In Full Embrace Loved Last An  Empty Space Splintered Memories Split Skin Slicing Cutting and Forgetting Like a wild animal, I consume my young Written on 6/3/21

THE TRANSFORMATION

“The Transformation” She sits at the mirror in the dimming light Painting her face for the coming night Lipstick red like a fresh warm tear Her hands start to shake with a sudden fear She pulls back her hair to smooth every strand A… Continue Reading “THE TRANSFORMATION”

WHERE DO CHARACTERS COME FROM?

I’m sometimes asked where my characters come from. The honest answer is that I’m not always sure. Sometimes a character begins with nothing more than a thought. A personality trait. A particular fear. A face I can picture clearly. Occasionally, they seem to arrive… Continue Reading “WHERE DO CHARACTERS COME FROM?”

A WALK THROUGH THE SHADOWS

Why I Write in the Dark There has always been something fascinating to me about the darkness. Not simply the frightening kind, but the mysteries hidden inside it—the things we cannot explain, the choices we make when we’re afraid, and the question of what… Continue Reading “A WALK THROUGH THE SHADOWS”

BATTLE OF THE BLADE

Gothic Horror Author P.S. Kessell 10

“Battle of the Blade” Salt bleeds into the cold ground, The demon makes a heavy sound. He stands before her open eyes, Underneath the empty skies. His fire hits against the stone, She stands in the dark alone. He offers her a crown of… Continue Reading “BATTLE OF THE BLADE”

CARNAL ROT

“Carnal Rot” I was pinned to the ground Jaws snapping at my face. Trying to fight back but its strength is overwhelming Skin tearing, ripping a chunk of meat from my neck, cold air, blood My body jerks Violently. The virus rushes through my… Continue Reading “CARNAL ROT”

DROWNING IN THE INK

Putting your secrets and pain into writing is the way you hide your experiences while releasing your emotions.

THE RUN

“The Run” I ran until my lungs were dry and thin, I crossed the water where the weeds are high; I thought I’d lost the shadow of my sin, Or whatever it is that doesn’t let me die. My throat is raw. My boots… Continue Reading “THE RUN”

THE COLD GAP

“The Cold Gap” The snap was loud. One beat hit, the next failed. I was out. The room stayed. I had no weight. I stood there, thin and cold, watching my skin go gray. I hit the air. It did not move. I am… Continue Reading “THE COLD GAP”