By Di Hills The mirror looks at her in shame. She sees … blubbery flesh, triple chin, swollen body. He sees … the barest twig. a martyr’s chest, flesh stripped away. She says ‘I’m a mountain to climb’ He cries, “You’re a needle to thread!” The mirror looks at him in shame. #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
By Martin Jones I gaze as you soar through star-vaulted night with wings so gracefully moving in flight. What vision compels and holds you to course, what celestial longings and mysterious force? Creatures indifferent to man and his days, who sings you the songs that dream you away? #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
By Paul Benkendorfer Revenge is best served cold And the night is filled with a bitter chill Scoop whoosh pour Metal carves into earth Soil blends with water droplets and fills the hole Scoop whoosh pour Thunder drowns muffled pleas He ignored Elena’s now I ignore his Scoop whoosh pour #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge
