B l o o d y H a n g o v e r

More shots fired, bang! bang! Another mug overflowed with blood, blood. Blood from veins of the innocents. Veins pulsing, asking, why oh why, again? Till when, oh please, till when? Who turned on the faucet of this intoxicating hate? How many pills of love, should the orphaned earth take to end this bloody hangover? —…

Missing Heart

An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes. Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one-- legs, arms, head-- none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful…

Nature’s Calling: A Naani

If grief’s a black smoke we’ll all be blind now. Killings, murders, hate are they nature’s calling? Or we’re just all fan of dying? — Photo credit: Unsplash In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 21. — The Naani is a stanzaic form found at Shadow Poetry and is most often an observation of human relations or…

Nefarious

Nefarious: A Nonet* The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g as grief’s black smoke covers beings, billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling, caused by all and nothing, maybe humans just love killing ‘til earth ends with nothing, none. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The…