DorketteScribbler

A gap opened Between them Like a fissure through A glacier. A wedge driven deep. And like water, Hate trickled in To fill the space. Petty words Pettier actions; Drip drop, drip drop, The water rose. Until… The glacier was gone In a typhoon Of hatred, Sweeping over it all. Nothing left. On lonely nights, He wonders how He lost her When he loved her. He doesn't realize He never really had anything at all.

You tell me To lay at your feet And I obey, Laying on my side Knees to my chest Head bowed Under the delicious Weight of command. You lead me With an iron fist In a velvet glove, Soft words pulling Caressing, tempting My subservience From my pliant mind. You drug me With a simple word Letting me lose myself To following Mirroring, Anticipating command And floating on your demand.

Snow falls in a sheet In the night while I slept Blanketing everything, In a soft pillow of ice and cold. No sounds No movement Just the white glow From the ground Echoed to the dark sky Lit only by a waning moon. Under the snow, The earth feels Cold, Hard, Unmoving and uncomprehending As the long winter passes above. When morning comes, The dirt will be dead and barren Feeling nothing Knowing nothing Remembering a time Of warming sun and blooming plant But dead by winter's gentle hand.

I remember When you told me I was the light of your life, The apple of your eye, When you called me "mine". I remember Believing your declaration Your amorous affections Your selfless devotion, Your unending attention. I remember The beginnings of love, Budding passions Based on my belief -My knowledge- Of your unrelenting love. I remember… When I crawled to you With open heart and mind To accept and give my love And then you told me you had lied. …I remember.

i will wait for Him Body thrumming like a string Plucked, left to quiver. The complex duet, Pain leads to pleasure and back, Crescendo and trough. Like a harmony, His order from my chaos, He composes me.

Said the chair to the dresser "Hold very still – there are lights on, And there are voices to be heard." So everyone, even the bed, Froze in fear, Listening to the noises Quivering in dread. A shadow slinked in, A silhouette in the door, A small terrifying form Bounding in across the floor. It sprung on the bed Who trembled in fright, And held back a scream, With all of its might. The dresser and chair Looked on in pure terror As the creature curled up And climbed under bed's cover. The light was switched off, And all the furniture sighed, The monster was sleeping, They were safe for the night. As the chair moved t

The wad of money stuffed in her jacket almost ceased to matter – nothing did compared to the long stare. Her empty stomach grumbled as she stood to leave. She looked around the stale room. The threadbare sheets, the crumbling plaster, the water-stained ceiling. The scenery reminded her of her apartment, across town. A shabby little hole she tried to cover with cleanliness and throw covers. Nothing covered the smell of old water and pipes, or the soft dust from the old drywall as it fell away behind the textured plastering. If she left, she was throwing away easy money. By the time Jackson reentered, Dallas was stretched out on the bed