revelations

my beautiful mother coming home by week’s end, her road to recovery is still to be traveled

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outside echoes

almost frightens me, returning to these older pieces and rewriting them entirely, save a salvageable line or two
what’s scary is how I thought the originals – when written – were halfway decent
I took this photo off my back deck a few weeks ago

there is no return from done…

what if you’re completely numb
by the time you smash rock bottom
life’s continual whipping stick
has shred your skin into gravel
a heart once warm red, now grey and pumiced
the soul once light, dragging you downward
you hit the base as composite material
deeper and deeper
hell can’t be far below the place you’ve struck
and heaven is providing the cauldron lid
your conscience has given itself over to
subterranean guilt
it is done
there is no return
from baseless bottom
unless the singular particle of belief you nurse
can tunnel deeper still…

Wampus Catman

I felt something ‘devilish’ was called for. Previously published with another post. Sketched while subbing a month or so ago – don’t ask 😉