Tag Archives: guilt

Full Six Feet Deep

Posted on November 13, 2020 by Helen

Full six feet deep we sleep The canopy of stars and clouds may weep Across the centuries we sweep Our secrets and our lies to keep Full six feet deep we sleep   Full six feet deep we lie Our … Continue reading →

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Clarifying Pain

Posted on May 1, 2020 by Helen

Image Credit: Nomad_Soul/Shutterstock.com   The clarifying pain Remains beyond the tears and cries And all the bargaining and lies Even now as the blood red dries And the Inquisitor dabs The weeping eyes Which watch him with such dull surprise … Continue reading →

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Daddy

Posted on July 12, 2018 by Helen

Don’t run away sweet daddy dear I’ve been so patient standing here To me a day, to you a year And I’ll be waiting yet I fear Daddy let me near You say I died so long ago But I … Continue reading →

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Scream

Posted on July 5, 2018 by Helen

I hear you scream still In my fevered dream Cloth cannot dull the tones So harsh that claw within A guilty mind For this is what I find I hear the guttural cry You uttered as you died The shroud … Continue reading →

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Woods

Posted on April 10, 2016 by Helen

I met the devil in the woods Emerged from fire as he should The flames he brought within his wake I saw the trees had yet withstood And here I made my first mistake For fire was water like a … Continue reading →

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Animation – Eighteen

Posted on September 6, 2015 by Helen

The true nature of a god is loneliness. I know this now. It is the price of such power, it follows in its wake. You cannot commune with others that are, essentially, alien to you. It is to be separate. … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Twenty

Posted on April 30, 2015 by Helen

Francine is remembering something, looking at his broken, dead body at her feet. She’s trying to feel something other than revulsion at this form. There is no pity, but beneath it all, there are memories, tugging at her. People like … Continue reading →

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