I found him hanging there, bloated and blue as the blood congealed at the bottom of his feet from gravity Belt leather is surprisingly thick, leaving behind deep ligature marks How long did he dangle there, I wonder? Maggots...
Read MoreFall from grace with all but good intentions, clambering about in the sinkhole sucking me down Stabbed in the back by those I held in esteem, thoughts turn to my fading sense of worth Pull me under, The dearth of oxygen...
Read MoreFootsteps softly clacked against the wooden floor, making imprints in the slightest layer of dust that accrued within weeks. The air was stale from the summer heat and she couldn’t stand being here, but it was her duty to see it...
Read MoreI tried to save you from falling, but my grip wasn’t strong enough Scratch marks scrawling along forearms burn everyday, my failures the color of raw flesh. My screams in the moonlight are all that’s...
Read MoreThis one’s for you All the times and memories crashing against crumbling precipices It isn’t a dream, You were as real as my throbbing heartbeat Although it’s hard to imagine the world without you in it...
Read MoreEvery scar tells a story. Write a story of a scar you know well—yours or someone else’s. Gazing into the mirror, his gaunt eyes and sunken chest reflected experiences that continued to haunt him. Ribs protruded from flesh and...
Read MoreThis intoxicating feeling, Washing over me like the swapping of sweat between bodies in heat, rhythmic motion in tune, Gears fitting in grooves, lubricated with no tension It’s all perfect, everything that I imagined it...
Read MoreTired of the excuses, I turn to the room of lies that stand before me Air thickens, cloying in the desperation-laden drivel that spews from my mouth All the failures and thoughts of what could have been press down, adding...
Read MoreDaily Writers Prompt: Personification Short Story | Pessimist Poetry The wind whipped up and the hillside raised its hackles. Can you come up with a few descriptions that ascribe an animalistic quality to something that doesn’t...
Read MorePessimist Poetry’s Foreword: Reflections Poem In a lot of my interactions I’ve noticed that you can learn a lot about someone by looking at them, gazing into their eyes, gleaming secrets and seeing them for who they really...
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