Thrice fallen Sickening ‘love’ Love because There’s no Other word. Senseless unhinging; The soul’s Unwelcome apprentice Staggering eclipsing Penumbra of logic Piercing passions Affection infatuation Desires yearning For more than Mere skin. Oh, the skin… I can taste Your salt Remnant thoughts Linger quiver Each baptism Triggered by Scent — drowning Flooding my Nostrils and Unsuspecting brain As if She were Credulous. That kiss Staggering surprising Rattling knees The gliding Purple satin Caressing Hardening nipples His scent Intoxication annihilation The thorn in my heart Dousing my Spent body Invading tuberous-spores Washing winds Of ‘love’ Over goose-bumped Prickled skin Soaking my Soul in Heady wine Must touch Every part Of you Feel you move From the Inside Sink teeth Lick clean The elixir Of your Delicious dermis Worship at Your voice Wince, Quiver, Shiver Melt with Your touch Deep dive The waters Of those Eyes Cliches spin The broken Record of Human need Mine Greed for Contact Every inch Of fabled Chaos Chords Intensely tethered Holding me Hostage In bondage Abundant In my Gullible heart To the rest, stone. Each of You ferment Within me Blending a Fine concoction My own Special cask. Exclusive reclusive. Did you Know of My love Like that Superseding rejection Deflection, lies Your love’s Demise How even Now, and At the end of Each of Our times; All time I'd share My deathbed With All Of you Thrice over As one I'd welcome Your wives And embrace Them with The love That’s always Been more Than I Can handle Coursing through The nucleus Of every cell I’d open The damn For your Sweet loves Rippling it Out; a Tsunami blanket Of eternity In each Of your Arms of Ages Covered, devoured The love That never Dies… Except for Those times That mine saw it Vanish from Your eyes. It still Lives here… The apparition Of yours To my Widowed love Caressing my bones until They are Crumbs of History Dust on The wind. Unseen like That word Again… Love. I’ve opened My legs Danced with Tongues Split open Veins And my (Death) bed Would lay Open for You to Fill. Welcome mat Gormless Gullible Obsessively loyal Lovesick heart.
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted an update here so thought I should swing by!
The writing priority for 2020 was really to release Concoction V2 and focus on submitting pieces to other anthologies.
Subbing out is still very new for me, it’s been going well, considering all the hurdles 2020 has thrown so far!
Below are titles published in 2020 containing some of my short stories and drabbles. I’ve, naturally, been writing predominantly in the horror genre this year, and loving it.
Out with the already published works, including the 19 within the anthologies above, I have another 14 accepted pieces and 4 awaiting a response. A few of these are drabbles which will appear in Iron Faerie Publishing’s Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse series and a flash fiction dark fantasy tale in their Hexed Anthology.
I have also been dipping back into two ongoing pieces that seem to be continually evolving, so will have to see how they play out – they may evolve into an interconnected collection or novel. Their journeys are still being designed to the crazy soundtrack in my head!