{"id":4635,"date":"2018-11-08T08:48:34","date_gmt":"2018-11-08T14:48:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=4635"},"modified":"2018-11-08T08:48:34","modified_gmt":"2018-11-08T14:48:34","slug":"ashes-the-beast-and-untitled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/11\/08\/ashes-the-beast-and-untitled\/","title":{"rendered":"Ashes, The Beast, and Untitled"},"content":{"rendered":"

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!<\/span><\/p>\n

Without further ado, here is “Ashes”!<\/span><\/p>\n

There’s a plant in the window that makes oxygen for me. I breathe in its creation and breathe out pollutants.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because my little plant holds a secret.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smile as I look out the window to the massive oak tree in my backyard.<\/span><\/p>\n

You don’t want to know what I did to the rest of <\/span>him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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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!<\/span><\/p>\n

Here’s one fall poem that I also wrote back in September, titled “The Beast”.<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s coming.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s time.<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s getting cooler.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The world around me is dying. <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s all so beautiful.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The beast is waking up. <\/span><\/p>\n

Its jaw is unhinged, letting its cool breath wash over the earth.<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s quieter – there’s hardly any buzzing now. I enjoy the quiet.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fires are starting. Families are gathering.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finally they’re all together again.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The leaves flutter free from the grasp of their prison.<\/span><\/p>\n

The golds, reds, and oranges twist and twirl in the wind <\/span><\/p>\n

as the brown ones skitter and dance in the streets.<\/span><\/p>\n

The air is crisp and the beast smiles lazily,<\/span><\/p>\n

its breath gently blowing as it closes its eyes again.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F<\/span>all is here, and it’s time to celebrate.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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