Here's a haiku about heartbreak

cold heartless lover

ripped out my heart and soul

leaving nothing more

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A forced dryness takes over my mouth as something tickles the base of my tongue, I gag. My lungs claw at the back of my throat, grasping for air. I breathe through my nose, the smell of blood takes my brain, but the uncomfortable choking sensation dulls. A damp and sour cloth pulls at the corners of my mouth, further aggravating my already sensitive skin. My vision is losing focus but the darkness is so thick I'm not sure if it's dizziness or a hidden sunset. The ghost of a gale of wind slams the wall I sit against, pain rushes down my spine pushing what little air I had out in a gasp.

I inhale through my nose again, my sense of smell assaulted with rust and blood, but there was air- stale and dusty air. My insides turned, my stomach lurched and rough bile burned like acid and clung to the cloth like a man clinging to rope on a cliff. The taste of missed meals lingered in my mouth. A salty tear fell to my cracked lips, Help me.

A surge of strength went through my body and I threw my weight forward as hard as I could. The wooden flooring groaned and a small pop echoed through the room. I pulled at my arms in vain causing the plastic of my binds to cut further into partially healed wounds. I cried out against moist fabric. Screaming with all I could. I wanted fury, I wanted power, but my face grew wet with desperate tears.

Heavy boot falls cracked through the room from the right. A deep sigh came from above me, "A'right, a'right, up we go." Rough hands grabbed at my binds, liquid heat oozed from my wrists in return for the pressure applied. I cried out and was thrown roughly back in response, my head snapping back against soft wood creating black spots in my vision.

"Don't werry love, you'll get yers soon enough." A dark chuckle mockingly danced in my ears. His bones popped as he crouched in front of me, his large shoulders played pedestal to a small bald head and all I could see in the darkness were his yellow eyes and white teeth. He wasn't smiling at me, it was more of a grimace as he studied me. "Not sure why she wants ya ayneeweay." His calloused palms were rough as he took my chin in his hand, "Eh." he shoved my face to the left, with a groan and another pop he was back on his feet.

I kicked at him as he walked over me, he smacked my foot away only grumbling in response, "Slag."

I let a muffled scream loose, "Awe shut et."

I screamed again, swinging my heels down on the floor causing a small break in the wood. My head fell back against a rotting wall while tears-falling vicitm to gravity- rolled down my cheeks. How long would I be in this hell?

With a quick step my way, a swing of his hand, and a slapping sound that never registered- things went completely black.

***

"She's in the dining room." Heavy boots shook the wooden floor and woke me from unconsiousness. A light clicking of heels traveled with the deep belowing sound creating a nasty harmony that sent chills up my spine as I waited to see who came through the doorway.

Red.

That is all I will remember of her, of course there is the giant man all in black next to her, but all I will rember of him is his sand paper hands. She was tall, I'm not sure if it was that way because of her heels or because of my point of view from the floor, but it seemed like she could stand her ground against the man beside her. Her face was soft and her eyes were harsh. It was like looking at an elegant picture frame wrapped delicately around a painting of angry flames, the fire destroyed any kindness that could have found life in her round cheek bones. If I had seen her on the street, I would have thought her beautiful- not enough to turn heads, but enough to strike jealousy in my stomach.

However, we aren't on street passing by one another, never to see each other again. She was my captor and her eyes had the devil dancing in them.

She released me from her gaze and turned to the dark man, "You're sure she's the one?" He shrugged in response, that didn't please the demon woman. "Why would you take her without being sure!" There was unnatural fear in the undertones of her voice, a small bit of panic that just didn't fit.

A figure came up behind them, the shadows hid his face but I could see a glimmer of the green apple he brought to his lips. There was a fresh crunch and rude response, "Your crystal thing responded to her, she didn't put up much of a fight though."

With a click and a crack, she adjusted her position, opening to my third guest, "What do you mean, 'responded to her?" And just as quickly as the shadow had come, the apple man was gone.

An odd moment passed, the red woman crossed her arms and took the time to study me once more. She must not have found anything too interesting because her eyes only grew angrier. In a world of pictures and internet, you'd think she would recognize me, I wonder if the glamor I was able to scribble out when I realized I was being followed was still in place. I might just luck out of this one.

A sharp pain interrupted my thoughts, I jerked to the right as a late response. The shadow was back and he had thrown a rock at my side. No blood had been drawn thankfully, but I was going to bruise. With a clunk, it rolled to my right and stopped hard agains the wall. The three evils watched as it sat next to me, it looked like quartz. Typical magic crystal looking thing. The followers of Cronos seem to be losing their touch though, because it did nothing in my presence. My glamor isn't that powerful, I can't trick the powers of gods. The red woman sighed, "How did it react to her?" she was impatient now, as was I. A new kind of panic entered my stomach: what would they do with me when she decides I am useless?

The man in black responded, "It-ya know... it did tha thing." I am surprised her glare did not set him ablaze, "It became smokey fer a moment."

Her hands came to her face before sliding to rest on the back of her neck, "Were you, by any chance, in a crowd?" neither man responded, the shadow hunched and the man in black averted his gaze. "Get rid of her."

Fuck.

I’ve been sad lately. I can’t explain it. It’s like it’s come back for me. I feel like I want to cry. I want to scream. I’m lonely sometimes too. I’ve been having scary thoughts. Everything should be okay, right? Why isn’t it okay. I should be happy......... what if the only reason I haven’t, is because I’m afraid of the scars. A permanent reminder of what I’ve done. How I’ve felt and no amount of makeup can hide them from me.... always paranoid of someone seeing my scars.... how could I think that. How could I. I couldn’t put my parents through that... they care too much.... I just get angry sometimes. I don’t know what anymore. This thing makes no sense, but I guess I’ll post it. Better than letting me scream it to myself::..

A smile, fabricated, the result of the happy pill

Spilling out of my backpack but no one can know how much I need it, how much I hate it, take them in the dark so no one can see the broken expression on my face. My happy pills. My happy pills. To keep the scary thoughts out. My happy pills. My happy pills. To keep me from cutting the cord. Suicide notes on my nightstand running through my head but it’s okay, I’m on my happy pills, all my problems are solved. I’m on my happy pills. I don’t feel it still, it’s been years, it can’t still be an issue right? That’s what you said, isn’t it? But I forgive you, I’m on my happy pills. I am no longer human, I’m on my happy pills.

Hi Everyone,

I write and narrate a weekly flash fiction short story podcast series and thought I would share last week’s episode 22 with you, I hope you enjoy it.

Many of us cannot accept the reality we live in, and there comes a moment in our lives when we regret the choice we made and want something more soul-satisfying:

Dorian heard the cop car sirens getting closer as he ducked through the nearest doorway. Unknowingly, he stepped into a crowded art gallery. He was quickly greeted by a stuffy high-class butler, “Welcome to the Rodalvas Aldi collection, LSD Champaign and Peyote brownie, sir?”

Sweaty and out of breath, Dorian was distracted by his current predicament. Without thinking, he quickly downed a glass of Champaign and grabbed one of the odd-looking brownies. After one bite, he needed more Champaign to wash it down, so he grabbed another glass. The butler looked at him askance, and muttered, “My we are brave tonight, now aren’t we?”

Dorian could hear the police outside, desperately searching for him. There was no place to hide, except to get lost in this crowd. So, he turned his back to the entrance. Only to discover, he was a nose away from a landscape titled, “Canyon Escape.”

As he listened for the police to approach, he fingered the gun in his pocket. All he wanted to do was to escape this nightmare of a mugging gone wrong. Dorian wished he never bought that gun.

He stared intensely into the scenic overview before his eyes; its tranquility slowly pulled him in. The landscape painting soon engulfed him as the reality of the gallery melted behind him.

Dorian closed his eyes and took a breath of fresh morning air. He opened his eyes, somehow, he escaped and now stood on the canyon’s edge gazing at this magnificent scene.

He made the mistake of looking back to see if he escaped from the police. He was shocked to discover behind him a painting of the art gallery. Panicking, Dorian glanced back and forth between the two paintings. He realized he was trapped in this picture frame forever.

The End.

Thank you for reading my story, stop by for a visit sometime, to discover more of my flash fiction to read and listen to.

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From the first day

That I saw her face

Can’t get enough

Of her hearty laugh

She stole my heart

Hope she’ll take care of it

Am I going crazy?

Ever craving my dear Rose.

Sweet~ a lovely delight

Ever a beautiful sight

I take her hand

We’re both hooked

Don’t worry love

My charming dove

I’m not going anywhere

Here to stay right by your side

For the long ride

Guess what’s coming next?

I can not wait

To make you my Bride

She beams with lots of glee

Her joy’s what I live to see

#Hooked

#LovePoem‘n’Rhyme

Song—

Roberta Flack -

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 1972:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r9jmusgMgro

The turn of a screw screeched up and down my spine

as my migraine exploded into a cacophony of static.

The turn of my stomach switched my brain offline,

knowing no end to it as I started inhaling metallic.

Feeling as if my life was crappily dog full of dizziness

as spots grew across both eyes blurring my vision.

Feeling as if my life turned upside down nauseousness,

I choked on thoughts unwise cures with no wisdom.

Unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to hear,

my heart stopped, I gasped for breath I could not bear.

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