The child stared at the creature standing by the bedside. It raised its hands and whispered something under its breath.

Then before the kid could even let out a scream~ the creature’s eyes started to glow like sunlight. Soon the kid’s eyes were the same colour.

The creature smiled. It snapped its fingers, and led the child through a portal to the netherworld. It’s work was done— for now.

#BOGY

Teardrops grace the kitchen floor

Yet, she persisting all the more —

An onion, with her knife she scores,

Draws snowflakes from her eyelid’s shore

Motherhood, an empty nest,

Marriage, change of life; her quest

Grid of tears fill her hope chest

Quilt in strength, an armored vest

Laughing tears, less often found

Scattered, pool on hallowed ground

Seeds of faith buried in mounds

A respite from his absence’ sound

Silence of death where stolen life

Cuts through commune like a knife

Emptiness where grief is rife

Strips, near bare, his bereft wife

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Author’s Note:

I was inspired to write this after seeing a miscroscopic image of dried tears.

More information in the study titled “Topography of Tears” can be found at Smithsonian Mag dot com.

Silver sings her lullaby

Purple yawns, a heavy sigh

Coral slip gowns Evening’s sky

A symphony of colors cry

Amber hums Amazing Grace

Treble in luxe liquid lace

Baritone of Night’s embrace

Swallows Sun without a trace

Shadow tiptoes, quiet mouse

Starlight chants through Heaven’s house

Whisper wicks of moonlight doused

With trumpet shouts as seraph flounce

Clouds gathered, a chorus call

Wind’s rage wraps, an echo hall

Barren branch, plucked flat, befalls

A birch-white blanket, hushing all

This place moves us

Places in our mind, we didn’t want to know

Inside another’s arms

This place moves us

We feel as if we’ve lost control

And the darkness takes over

In the ungodly hour

This place moves us

You learn to like it

You learn to stop fighting

This place moves us

This place moves us all

But this human form is a force

To not go gentle into that good night

To not get lost inside ones mind

To scratch and scream until you become the light

This place moves us

until you fight back

And you’ll be better for it

And the stars will marvel and gaze between the black clouds

At the young warrior screaming against the night

And the woman brave enough to love him

The moon watches over her

And reminds her that that the war-boy will soon become a man

To bear with him

Because the devils won’t take him tonight