Letting Life Lead
Phantom fingers slide and gooseflesh rises
As static hairs stand stiff — sizzling in sync.
Limbs quiver, lips stick; a whimper reprises.
Pulse quickens, mouth dry, panic on a brink.
It scrapes, clicks, and hisses promises dark.
Tonight it slides and slithers inside out.
Abaddon comes to bind blood’s watermark.
Tonight the last midnight beckons all dread.
Ink red bleeds paper skin; claws shred sinew.
Oh, hide not in the wardrobe or abed.
Never to rest or to die from pains anew.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Chronicles of a White Trash Hoe's Attempt to Climb the Social Ladder
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.