Saturday Mix: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “The Demon Spawned” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix 


Thanks to Bastet from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting today’s prompt, a “gothic” tale or poem — the macabre.

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Was such a dreary night forewarned,

In dirt squiggled both bugs and worms.

For they too felt doom bemoaning,

To be out on this night groaning.

A monster from hell was spawned, a demon seething,

Earth felt the heaven’s warn, evil darkness speeding.

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Why such a night did I choose,

To walk my scrawny pooch?

In a fight she would run straight home,

No blind love, she left me alone.

As twilight bubbled as witch’s brew steaming,

An evil curse my bones hurt knowing it was too near.

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Our little neighbourhood was vast,

In pitch black terror I was cast.

My prayers mumbled beneath my —

Breath; I begged this night not to die.

Starlight and slim moon were covered by creeping thick fog,

Oh, how wished, for even my cowardly scared dog.

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Felt I the breath of evil reek,

A touch of frost open my young cheek.

Of something old, of catastrophe,

An ancient wicked masterpiece.

A monster so dark, it did me choke, both claws squeezing,

All life from lungs, bones crushing while I was bleeding.

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And now I’m nothing but my soul,

I choose — serve eternity bold.

Be not afraid as I was of dark,

For now I’m light, a fighting spark,

Giving courage, weapons to those facing monsters,

Sending back the most damned beasts, to hell launching.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Saturday Mix Flash Fiction: A Discount #amwriting #flashfiction #Saturdaymix 


Thanks to Bastet from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Today’s prompt is a story of the mystery genre using A BROKEN VASE, THREE DAISIES, A KNIFE, A MUSSED UP RUG, and A SHOPPING BAG. Sorry, couldn’t quite get this down to 150 words today. 

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Credit: GSK ’17

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A woman lay on the floor holding a shopping bag from Lululemon. Nearby her was what the detective assumed was the murder weapon, a broken vase which had held three Gerber daisies. 

The detective was confused inspecting the victim. It appeared the vase had finally killed her, but he discovered, she also had two stab wounds —older wounds. Beneath the woman was a mussed up rug and her head still bled. The two stab wounds, however, never bled enough to stain the rug. 

The detective discovered the woman’s husband in the den, his hands covered in blood. He didn’t even try to deny killing his wife saying he attempted three times to kill her; a knife stained in blood was found in the den. 

The husband explained, his wife had been sleeping with the neighbours son who attended university. Parker was a manager at a Lululemon store and sleeping with him, the bored housewife ensured herself a fifty-percent discount. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Tanka – “Dirty Skin”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt dirty.

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Covered in dust all over,

Dirt caked on every inch of skin.

Brushing particles,

Away from sensitive eyes,

All to see you better — to inhale.

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Soap washes away dirt,

But in this heat, hot breeze,

All matter dust sticks,

One never feels clean enough.

Today, I can breathe, you’re gone.

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It’s a funny twist,

Your presence makes me feel dirty.

Think skin abrading,

Thoughts, warm my soul, other spots–

Bodies in heat, sweaty, raw.

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Toiling in the sun,

Fair skin has no chance, burns.

You’re looking out,

Eyes meet and sensation, wins.

Your walking here, I can’t breathe.

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You tip my chin up,

Looking into eyes feasting,

Pale meets dark, dirty.

Nights and days never the same,

Washing away dirt, you stay.

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Blessed water heals scorch.

But your skin burns mine deeper.

Your eyes look, don’t stop,

Your forever watching me,

Easy smile knows how to replete.

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To hot for words, said.

You’ve ruined me for other men.

I’m exalting at sin.

Beads of sweat, on my cheek soft.

Bite my lip, sweat and blood lost.

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All this dirty skin,

Such a pain to clean again,

Your ‘dirty‘ overwhelms.

Sin I can’t seem to forbid.

When our bodies entangle.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.