By Sea Sharp She doesn’t float. She sinks her cascading spine down an undulating rocker of vapours.   Yesterday, she fermented. Today, she foamed bubbles. Tomorrow, she’ll be fantastically new.   In this uneven pool of cruel temptation, she has a way with the Devil and finds it easy to say nothing and mean it.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By James Langford Way too hot to dig two graves. I can see my shadow sweat. High noon and not a lick o’ shade. My friend can’t live without his pet. His dog coughed out her final days. Best to put his mind to rest in one hole.  With his dog, he splays.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Thomas Whitehead Every summer the scar comes out, glistening against tan, A reminder of what was once so that there she is again: Against blue skies, caryatid a singular storm cloud carrying. So that grief might be as cyclical as the seasons, impressed immutably upon me. And then in winter fading.   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge