no one hears me
Flesh has been violated—
beaten… ripped… bled.
The pain stinks of rotting
on the other side of the wall.
but I Will rush into the
Note (1/13/2015): In “Grab Pain Gently by the Horns, Write it, Paint it, Sculpt it, Craft…”, I told everyone that a dear friend of mine is hosting a blog party that celebrates the Shadow of Oz on April 11th 2015. While thinking about the darker bits of The Wizard of Oz, this old (and mildly terrifying) poem came to mind. You see, I’ve always wondered what went through the Witch’s mind the moment right before the house squished her. And in an even darker bit of pondering, what (if anything) occupied her thoughts after the squishing took place…
This is my First All Hallow’s Grim post……a flash that comes to mind when I consider the word fear.
What about you, my Wicked Darlings?
What trickles into your brain when you visualize:
fear, desperation, terror…?