Thief | #NaPoWriMo

The moment our lips touched
I felt ancient drumbeats beat painfully at my chest
Terrible wild things raced through my blood
I died then your lips pressed mine
I became your creature that night
Death was sweeter than breath
Then you cruelly tore the end away
I was left barely breathing
You brought me back from the edge of this world
Life could not offer me the succour this dying could
I would have gladly died with your lips stealing my breath
Death would have been welcomed
I knew perfection in the instance you stole my breath
It is sweetest to feel the succour of being quenched
It is sweetest when you steal my breath
You opened my eyes and I glimpsed my edge
I knew then I was mortal, nothing more than a pulse
Your breath in my mouth shattered all strength
I felt that violence as your breath warred with mine
Your breath won and I was ready for you to finish me
As I waited for the drumbeats to destroy my chest
The violent music pierced my soul and I knew my end
Then just as the wild things threatened to carry me away
You pulled your mouth away and I could breathe
I never knew kindness could be so cruel and cruel would be my wish
The moment our lips parted
I felt the ancient drumbeats wake my frozen heart
Terrible wild things quickened my pulse into life
I breathed and your warm lips left mine filled with ice
You became my prison that night

© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning.

Death’s Last Breath | Kim Koning

Death’s Last Breath

Dust Devils dance a macabre dervish

Tumbleweed twists in torment

Image Courtesy of  Damien du Toit from Cape Town, South Africa

Image Courtesy of Damien du Toit from Cape Town, South Africa

Ghosts of the Disappeared stalk the streets of Death

Screams of silence fill the graveyard of the Abandoned

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Images courtesy of weburbanist.com

Gates creak open with unearthly screams

Come down to the Graveyard

Coffins spill their bone chilling secrets

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Image courtesy of weburbanist.com

All Hallow’s Eve draws near

The battle-worn stone sentries slumber

It lies waiting for the fire in the sky to die

The soft light seduces it’s midnight soul

Golden eyes filled with scorpions wait

It longs to drink the light, to swallow its darkness

Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org

Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org

Beware the lost Spirits

Slipping through the open spaces

Tread softly past their places of rest

Do not disturb the Abandoned and the Disappeared

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Image courtesy of ghostvillage.com

The gargoyles screech their unbridled glee

The ravens cackle and call

The dragon forged in the fires of molten metal shatters

In its shroud of twisted metal a creature stirs

Deathly grey skin covered in bloody thorns

It lifts its heavy head and opens eye eons shut

Twin black crevices entrance me nearer

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Image courtesy of travelcreepster.com

The twin crevices swallow my thoughts

This thing of death twists through my broken mind

Visions of desperate violence assail me

Strange unearthly places not yet forseen

This will be the place where my spirit flees

my place of death

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Image courtesy of oddee.com

Twisting its way through my thoughts

Its thorns tangle and tear at my deepest fears

The broken city shrinks into nothingness

The silence that drinks my dreams stalks me

ssshhh

a whisper, a  whimper

I stumble blinded into an empty classroom

Abandoned Classroom, Image courtesy of haikyo.org

Abandoned Classroom, Image courtesy of haikyo.org

The whimpering comes from the corner

I claw at my eyes desperate to see

The red mist lifts unveiling him

A boy, emaciated, shrunken yellow skin

He scratches at his gaping mouth, breath wheezing through in a whimper

The basket ball net twists tighter trapping his spirit

Suicide by basketball net (image courtesy of haikyo.org)

Suicide by basketball net (image courtesy of haikyo.org)

The witching hour draws near

The boy grasps desperately for me

His eyes pools of terror waiting to drown me

The anthracite sky parts, moonlight forms a ghostly finger

The rustling of pages makes me turn

A bible lies before me abandoned in the ashes

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Image courtesy of haikyo.org

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”

The creature twists dementedly in my mind

Its thorns tear through my skin in desperation

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Image courtesy of bloody-disgusting.com

Molten fire flows through my being

The creature shrieks until my ears bleed

The pages before me rustle again, I look down

“He will swallow up death in victory;and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.”

The liquid fire swirling in my being drowns the desperate creature

Its thorns tear an escape through my bleeding eyes

It leaves behind a trail of yellow mist and silence swallows its remaining screams

The veil of red mist lifts from my eyes, the room is filled with luminous moonlight

A small hand slips into my still bloody hand

The boy looks up at me, his eyes now flawless twin sapphires

He pulls me down, then whispers in my ear

“The battle is won

Death is destroyed

Lost spirits are free to rest”

He slips away with one last smile embraced in joy

My  head hits the ground before I know I have fallen

A crown of thorns lies next to me

The silence is broken by the sweet singing of Seraphim

I breathe my last breath

It is done.

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My spirits dances free of the caging skin and broken bone

I fly free on wings of eagles into the bright new dawn.

All Hallow’s Gate is closed.

© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning

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xx

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organ donor on ice…

emotionalorphan-organ donor on ice

my own words fuck me.

im drunk on formaldehyde.
live tissue covering a worthless heart…
drowning in vague images,
tv reruns of a single night
that has lasted my entire lifetime.

do i even remember
the last time I danced with a girl?
so, no this isn’t about a girl.

scarred deep inside my vital (?) organs
i am now only a sieve for paper mache
rerun glimpses of happy.

If i believe in a God
and this is how detatched
i have become, then
it is no longer a struggle…

not to fix the broken…
or write anew.

it is now just an inevitable
ER waiting room,

a warm up for a cold steel drawer
waiting to be identified,
and toe tagged.

So here i live… watching myself
in the waiting room… watching
the pink ice melt in the tub,
… endless drone of an auction
for a dead liver, and
a heart worth nothing.

all i hear is the auctioneer.

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2013 jnv / emotionalorphan