Vincent Arnold Not quite still city,   not quite civil war,  shops are open,   trading on the outskirts,  a train is running,   never to meet the platform,   for the central has fallen,   to the rush of rumor,   becoming a state more torn,  than what the hair lines divided.     #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Daniel Alexander I shall die a silent death Quieter than the pebble breaking the ocean’s veil, I shall be buried under moss and mold, Cold, lifeless, but not alone For the maggots and their children shall forever call me home, Burying themselves into the marrow of my bone #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Philippa Greasley Sweat between my lips Closing them. Oven-hot air burning chunks from my gums My larynx, coughed up into the sink. The sunlight is a stalker Circling me Sinking its nails into my eyes Ripping my teeth and my tongue from my face Turning me non-verbal.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge