My Other Shadows – Page 3 – Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen

My Other Shadows : Day Twenty

Death rides in on black wings and speaks gently to the earth to prepare it for the end.

There is only one Death.

Going Home

The slow, sorrowful march to the other side begins.

And from the open grave an exquisite horror blossomed.

There are much worse things dwelling in the dark winter forests of the north than the bears and wolves...

I want nothing more than to be blessed by the cold hands of the far north.

In this perfect, milky light of morning, depression salts my heart until it is heavy and heaving and rough to the touch.

I want to be the one who tastes your bad dreams and absorbs your screams with a kiss.

I am afraid of this silence and how heavy it is making my heart.