Sought / Flare / Circles
It’s a threefer, y’all 🖤
Sought She pursues him Into tunnels Across the breaches Down beaches through the Spray Up interstates Searching the long shadows For the bones of him In her mirror She stills and Watches for his Face Please, she begs Please But he ever demurs: Not yet Just a little longer Until she cries How long? Pleads Then when? He only smiles Wait
Flare Please send rescue I pray to the gods of death who never listen I hate it here I wail at the wall of indifferent cloud cover Breathing in smoke and hoping the poison takes I drive and imagine headlights of mercy crossing the center line The benevolent stop of my heart How long can one mortal drag themselves across this sphere begging for release before it’s Enough
Circles Two bright eyes Poke holes in the dark She shrieks A banshee wail She begins But never finishes As the thing rips her open Like a happy birthday package Stripping veins like ribbons Her bright paper shredding Bone fragments scattering Like discarded bows You’re just what I wanted! It keens and Unboxes her As she dies She decides If haunting is an option And she gets the choice She’s going to be That Thing’s Fucking Ghost I’ll make you Howl Motherfucker She vows as She crosses over I’ll be back Wait and See … Two bright eyes Poke holes in the dark
Thanks for reading my poetry! So … what did you think of that? It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I thought these poems I wrote over the last week worked as a series — so I thought I’d try something new. 🩵 Feel free to drop in the comments what you thought of these together, how they made you feel, all the things, heh. If you want to, sub or share, but regardless I’m so glad you spent some time here in my little world. Take care!
The three pieces feel like a plunge into very different kinds of pain, each one hitting in its own way.
“Sought” reads like someone chasing a love that keeps slipping just out of reach, no matter how hard she tries.
There’s something heartbreaking in her begging for answers while he keeps giving her nothing but delays.
“Flare” feels heavier like someone who’s simply exhausted and desperate for any kind of escape.
The smoke, the poison, and the imagined mercy in headlights make the loneliness feel almost unbearable.
Then “Circles” shifts into pure horror, but with a fierce, almost shocking sense of power underneath.
The violence is brutal, yet her decision to become the creature’s ghost gives the ending a wild, defiant strength.
It’s striking how she refuses to stay a victim, even in death she chooses revenge as her afterlife.
All three pieces revolve around longing and suffering, but each transforms it into something different.
Together, they leave the feeling that pain doesn’t just break people sometimes it turns them into something new entirely.
I really liked these, particularly the first one. Wait. Such a great way to end it. Thanks for sharing!