Dungeon

JournalWord: Someone Else's Son

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I could scream and someone would hear.

The gate is so close, but my parents are so far. And, besides, I don’t know where I am.

But I know, if I scream like I did that night they captured me,

Mum will lose more sleep.

And Nancy and Bill say they’ll kill

Mum and Dad if I tell.

But the gate is open

And the neighbors are out watering their lilies.

Someone will help me

Someone will take me home.

I can’t go, though, because if I am caught again,

Surely the belt blows will break my bones.

I have to keep Mum and Dad safe,

Because I can,

So I’ll stay someone else’s son today.

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Obscurity

Driving home in the fog. 

Ghosts everywhere. 

Trees try to point you in the right direction. 

Leftover Christmas lights spooking through the mist. 

Every light bounces haphazardly from street lights and road strips.

I hope I'm closer to home.

- on the drive home. 

Driving through dangerous conditions seems to be my forte.

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Peeled

Pulling her skin off over her head like a sweater.

His hide slips from over his hips and down his knees. He walks out of them when they reach his ankles, tossing them aside in a crumpled mass behind him. 

She helps him take his upper half off after pulling him in for a kiss - before he loses his lips. 

Her teeth on the last of his skin. 

Standing bared to his bones, she smiles at him and kicks her feet. He grabs her toes and she clacks her jaw as he tugs her bottom half cleanly in one swift pull. 

In their bones, they touch ribs. 

Phalanges stroke tibias. 

Skulls tucked into collarbones.

 

- This is how I think. Welcome to a small slice of my mind. 

(This is a rough draft. Haven't put much effort into it or decided to work on it yet. Maybe later. Maybe not.)

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