I wrote a journal entry back in September that I titled “Ashes”. I don’t remember if there was a prompt to it or not, but it went some places. I know I let a couple literaries read it, but I don’t think everyone did, so I’ll share it here! I felt like it was perfect, given the special day coming up. Just as a warning, there is a bit of gore (sort of?) and mentions of (technically) murder. Please don’t take offense to it!
Without further ado, here is “Ashes”!
There’s a plant in the window that makes oxygen for me. I breathe in its creation and breathe out pollutants.
I watch its leaves flutter in the breeze as sunlight shines through them. The day is quiet as I watch this little plant. I give it water and a bit of fertilizer to help it grow. My little plant is special to me.
Because my little plant holds a secret.
Within its soil, there are bones and ashes. THey came from my ex boyfriend. I cut his finger off and used them to fertilize the soil. I burned the skin off his arms and mixed the ashes in with his fingers.
I smile as I look out the window to the massive oak tree in my backyard.
You don’t want to know what I did to the rest of him.
So that was “Ashes”. Yeah, I don’t know what happened there either, but you bet two whole dollars that I just shortened that some and entered it for that 50 word horror story contest! Along with another piece, but that won’t be shared just yet!
Here’s one fall poem that I also wrote back in September, titled “The Beast”.
It’s coming.
It’s time.
It’s getting cooler.
The world around me is dying.
It’s all so beautiful.
The beast is waking up.
Its jaw is unhinged, letting its cool breath wash over the earth.
It’s quieter – there’s hardly any buzzing now. I enjoy the quiet.
Fires are starting. Families are gathering.
Finally they’re all together again.
The leaves flutter free from the grasp of their prison.
The golds, reds, and oranges twist and twirl in the wind
as the brown ones skitter and dance in the streets.
The air is crisp and the beast smiles lazily,
its breath gently blowing as it closes its eyes again.
Fall is here, and it’s time to celebrate.
very nice.
beautifully dark!
These are two very great pieces. “Ashes” was very spooky.