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Author of horror genre
“Why Were We Commanded to Love?” Why were we commanded to love one another when love leaves us vulnerable to pain? If we did not have to love, pain could not overcome. Why were we commanded to love? Why were we commanded to love… Continue Reading “WHY WERE WE COMMANDED TO LOVE?”
“A Captive of My Own Mind” Pulling at me, Pulling left, Pulling right, Resisting it with all my might. Craving what my body needs, My mind has me deeply deceived. I am a captive of my own mind. A place of weakness by design.… Continue Reading “A CAPTIVE OF MY OWN MIND”
“On The Bad Days” It’s like the flash of a camera 1000 times over in quick succession over and over My mind replays the events of those nights like watching a horror show under bright lights You can’t break free from some memories so… Continue Reading “ON THE BAD DAYS”
“The Bite” Dark hair Icy stare Watching me From over there Stirring now You seem to wonder Your movements reflects A natural born hunter A howl, a bite I changed that night My body succumbed To an internal fight For blood I craved It… Continue Reading “THE BITE”
“The Effects of Battle” Stirring inside is a thunderstorm, Reflected outside by scars, scratches, flesh all torn. Heart broken for wrongs to be made right, Mind seeking revenge at night, Infinite, Bold, And just. Longing for peace after such betrayal, Wounded by the darkly… Continue Reading “THE EFFECTS OF BATTLE”
“When the End Time Comes” My chest is open My heart is bare Red and raw But you don’t care You smash it You beat it You tear it apart You don’t even notice Just how much it’s scarred. Each word that you say… Continue Reading “WHEN THE END TIME COMES”
“Dreamers” Searching across the mountaintops, Wondering what lingers out there, Knowing life exists beyond those mounds of rock and stone, The thoughts that they are so far from my home. Reaching for the bright moon, it seems, Staring into it with wild dreams, Knowing… Continue Reading “DREAMERS”
“Night Prowlers” Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk, Wet, gritty, rough, Not able to talk, Crawling with every bit of my strength, Stretching to make another arm’s length, Breathing heavy as I push with one leg, Remembering how he had told me to… Continue Reading “NIGHT PROWLERS”
“Consumed by Death” Peeking through my hands I see you standing over there. I can not tell you just how much, but I’m really, really scared. I want to hide underneath my bed, but you will know that I am there. You will simply… Continue Reading “CONSUMED BY DEATH”
“The Drowning” Silently, I lurk inside Trying to break free. Desperately, I search my mind Who is the real me? I reach for her And call her name. She turns in fear and runs away. “Come out, my child, You shall not be harmed. … Continue Reading “THE DROWNING”
Author P.S. Kessell 