Suffocated infatuation
Anchored,
stuck,
no escape.
Your obsession seals my fate.
Desperate,
clinging,
shadows creeping-
a hollow fixation stripped of meaning.
Cold-hearted,
almost departed,
shackled to your rage.
Love-
the mask that hides the cage.
Breath in fragments,
fingers seething,
submerged by your lust,
suffocated in infatuation.
With a final breath
I combust.
TRUTH
I AM.
I AM The WAY.
I AM The TRUTH &
I AM The LIFE.
J. Christ
He IS,
this is the truth
Always has been,
Is Now, &
Forever Shall Be,
the Truth
suns have shone,
shine now &
will shine for eons
planets are millenia old
their very dust of matter
is eons old,
the strange particles
that comprise quarks and such
are beyond ageless
all things were created by the LORD
can the particles themselves be further split by cern?
cern cannot disCern Spirit,
it cannot fathom or plumb
its depths
Spirit animates all matter that lives,
He breathed LIFE
into all living creatures
He IS,
at His Word
All came into being,
this is the truth
HE IS the way,
make yourself dizzy
with myriad roads
endless ways leading to infinity,
there is only one road
that leads to The Truth
there is only one road
that leads to LIFE
get angry
perplexed,
frustrated
rebel if you will,
you will Never change
The Truth
He who believes in Me,
will Never die,
J. Christ
I Didn’t Want To
I Didn’t Want To
August 30, 2025
Freddy offered me his time on the dance floor. From what I witnessed earlier, he was good, but not great. He knew the steps, but had trouble changing the pace when encountering others in close proximity. My friends told me he tries, but never really succeeded for all of his efforts.
I would rather sit this one out, but he was persistent. I offered my hand and began a slow waltz with him.
Perhaps, I should have been more attentive to him. Perhaps, I should have worn dance heels (1” or 2”) instead of my near stilettos (4”). When we made contact with another couple, I lost my footing, but Freddy caught, ensuring continuity. As a couple, we did not stand out while he moved me across the room. I expected as much from a journeyman with a dozen or so years experience.
By the conclusion of the music, he escorted me back to my seat. I was somewhat obligated to offer him the empty chair abreast to mine. It was an awkward few minutes in which he wanted to say something to me, wanting more for me to say something to him. To a passerby, we must have looked like a couple recently divorced who are behaving properly despite years of struggles and deception between us.
“Genevieve.” I gave him my evil eye. “Please excuse me, Miss Monroe. Have you accomplished the tasks you are here to accomplish?”
“What makes you think I am here to accomplish anything other than wishing the recently betrothed couple the very best?”
“Please, Miss Monroe. It is a very rare event in which you are, how shall I say this, exactly as you seem.” As I massaged my heel encased foot, I knew he was correct. However, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing anything about what I knew. So, I began asking him questions.
“Is your contact the groom?” Freddy nodded to confirm. He could have asked me the converse and I also could have nodded. Neither were necessary for professionals.
“Still planning on using a knife? Such a mundane question he asked. This time, out of professional courtesy, I politely answered, "perhaps". In response, I did not inquire how Freddy would dispatch the groom. I did ask if he would act before or after the guests began throwing rice.
Freddy took a sip of champagne before acknowledging his post departure activity. He understood that we would act in unison.
It took a few moments before the guests began arranging themselves for the rice shower on the steps of the reception hall. Freddy took a position on the left. I took mine lingering behind the couple. In the ensuing chaos, both of us would act and then both of us would become invisible. We are merely specters, seen only once, but never remembered. Today is only the third time I have spoken to Freddy. It most likely will be my last.
I once remembered when my friends called me Linda. I dreamed of a day like today, in which all of my hopes came true, even if only for a single day. I heard my mother speak fondly of such a time in her life, when my father cared, before he spent more time at the bar than at home.
Before the beatings began.
Only the rustle of the bride’s veil brought me back to reality. In passing, I entertained the notion of not acting today or ever. Just walk away and disappear forever. No one would find me. No one knew where to look if they wanted. Genevieve Monroe would become Elizabeth Smith. Gone would be my auburn tresses. Gone would be my constant worries about being on someone’s kill list.
The first scream snapped me back to reality. Freddy stuck the groom and broke the blade. The bride screamed, The people became frantic. Everyone saw Freddy. No one saw me. I inserted the hypodermic needle into the bride’s neck to inject the air bubble into her artery. I held her, not as her killer, but as a maid. Those nearby thought she fainted, thinking of me only as a friend, suspecting me of nothing.
Freddy had to run. I only had to walk. I returned to the reception hall, dropped my gown, combed out the dye from my hair, and exited as a cleaning lady taking out the garbage.
This would be my last contract. I wish my last contract was my last contract. Tears fell down my shirt thinking about my choices in life. A few more tears fell thinking about the life that has no more choices.
I didn’t want to do what I do. Few would understand.
Freddy would, but no others.
Body of the infinite
Shower.
Towel.
Same steps.
Same floor.
Hands on autopilot
while the walls lean in.
I’m spinning,
body of the infinite~
cells like galaxies
crashing in the dark.
My eyes~black holes,
spitting out a universe
I can’t crawl out of.
Room tilts.
Breath short.
Skin hums.
Clock too loud.
Hold the routine
like a rope in a storm.
I’m spinning,
body of the infinite~
cells like galaxies
crashing in the dark.
My eyes~black holes,
spitting out a universe
I can’t crawl out of.
Their voices ripple~
not the words,
but something underneath,
humming just out of reach.
Like they’re speaking
through a veil of static,
and I’m the only one
who hears the code.
I look at their faces
and wonder if I ever knew them~
or if they were just
constellations passing
through my orbit.
Space is a mirror,
constellations in my veins.
Looking out to keep
from looking in.
Maybe the galaxies we chase
are only the ones
we’re made of.
I blink~
world blinks back.
Every step rehearsed,
gravity forgets my name.
~Jessi
Rainy day
It was to wet to go out and play.
It rained and rained,
It rained all day.
There we sat as we looked outside.
We were so bored, we didnt want to hide.
There we sat just us two,
We wanted to play games
Instead we cried "Boo hoo!"
We wanted to run and play in the sun.
We wanted to jump and have some fun.
The rain kept falling the sun didnt come.
The water was rising, we were afraid we may drown, no fun.
Mother and father came in with some gear!
They said
"Come on ladds, lets go make cheer!"
We put on rain boots, a rain coat and hat,
then we went outside just like that!
We stomped in puddles, we splashed and we played, we pretended we were duckies having fun all day!
Mother and Father said "Okay sweethearts we've played long enough, it time to go in, its time to clean up!"
Then after supper all tucked in our beds, after we said our prayers,
Mother and Father kissed our foreheads.
"Sweet dreams!" Said our Mum. "Tomorrow we can play out in the Sun!"
Deona Hand Boyle
2025
Prelife
"So, I get to choose," I answered the Empty.
"Yes, but it has to be two consecutive."
"Hm. So, I stick my second choice the minute I pick the first," I mused.
"In effect. Your range of choice is Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter," said the Void.
"Ok. So, I can't do Summer and Winter."
"Obviously, no. You can do Spring, Summer. Or Summer, Fall. Not Fall, Spring."
"Why not?"
"That's the order of things."
"Hm. Ok," I said thinking the Blank must not be all that, "gimme a minute."
"Take all the time you need," yawned the Infinite, while I felt quite limited.
"What is Fall like?" I said finally.
"Depends on where you land," responded the Great Darkness.
"Oh. Is that random?"
"It is. More or less."
"You mean you Know, but I don't?" I speculated.
"Mhm."
"What if I were more specific? Like what if I say Rainy season? what follows?"
"Well, the Gu is followed by the Dayr, meaning the small rain comes after the big rain."
"And what if I say I want to end on the dry season, what then?" I pressed on not exactly sure what I was talking about even though the words were here.
"It could be Summer or Winter, Tropical or Temperate."
"Then it could be anything?" I said feeling somewhat exasperated.
"Yes."
"But I have a choice?" I said feeling doomed.
"In part. We do."
"What if I don't live to be 80?"
"...Do you want to live or not?"
08/28/2025
A single season challenge @dctezcan
August 28th, Happy Birthday To Me
Happy birthday to me,
From now on I'll live life free.
Free from arguing and things like that.
Free from caring if someone likes my hats.
Free from hoping that love finds me.
That's what it means when you live life free.
I'm sexy sixty (60) today
And I feel my best.
I'll move as fast as I can, and work as hard as I can,then rest.
I'll answer to no one.
And I'll get the job done.
From now on, I'll live life free.
Happy Birthday To ME.
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