A Breaking Point

At my lowest point in life

I was broken, didn’t want to be here…was ready to go there…

Searching everywhere for a glimmer of light…Hoping for sleep, when day becomes night

A place for contentment, it should be home. It’s not; it’s dysfunctional. I can sense dark spirits. I see tainted faces with hollow eyes, an empty soul. You have no self control. You’re cold, and weak…A human freak

7-18-22

3:07 PM

Ms.Vee

A Dark Decision

After decades of fighting my way out of darkness, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll keep a piece of it…for without it; I will see no light.

Ms. Vee

9-26-19

11:24 PM

Darkness#Free#Light

Selfie by Ms.Vee

Why is it that darkness won’t let me be? I’ve moved on with my life…Release your grip and let me be free.

Sadly enough, I was almost there!

You can longer take the vision of light away from me.

I will continue to, not only grow; but glow.

Ms. Vee

10-15-18

10:26 PM

Bloody Keyboard

Written by Vera Robinson 7-12-16 2:34 PM

dark side thursday

 

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I m a g i n e…
Waking up after going to bed, to find you naked, bound, and in the fetal position in a wet corner of a dark and unfamiliar place.
Having no memory as to how it came to be, or how long you’ve been in captivity. The first thing to do, is not panic. You want to scream, however intuition warns me against doing so. There are two recognizable sounds, the echo from water dripping on the concrete floor, and the other is coming from vocal cords. The whimpers that follow the seeps of tears.
There doesn’t seem to be anyone else here, when suddenly out of the darkness there’s a flicker of light. Something eerie and unhuman is peering at you. It has three tiny slits for eyes. One yellow, the second blue, and the third positioned where the nose is located on a human, that’s red.  It quickly slithers along the wall. The stench is putrid. She vomits, until there’s nothing left to extricate, leaving her with dry-heave. In doing so she lost control of her bowels. Tears are streaming down her cheeks; she can’t focus. This must be a terrible nightmare.
A spine-chilling touch on her wrist made her flinch. It quickly cleared her vision. Whatever It is that has her captive, has unbound her wrist. Her arms are dangling at her sides. She has no shame naked, and sprawled in her feces.
The flicker is gone, but It is still clung to the wall. She is dehydrated. She begs her captor for water. It leaps clinging to the ceiling, ejecting sleet from the blue eye.

She sits upward, holds her head back and opens her mouth to catch the sleet.

At this time she gets a good look at It. There is nothing to Its appearance other than the eyes. It is transparent.

She begins to have an uncontrollable laughter, and start trembling.

It makes it hail from the yellow eye, and watches her for three nights.

She laughs having gone mad, until she is frozen to death.

The red eye begins to emit heat.

She begins to thaw, and BOOM! There is no trace of her in human form.

Both of them are slithering up and down the wall, looking for you with their

Six eyes!

11:27 AM

Vera Robinson © 2016

 

Cold Cabin

 

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The floor began to creak in the early morning. Without failure; the loud tick-tock of the clock displays the same twilight zone time. It was musky, dark, dismal, and cold, despite the windows being closed.

 The wood burning stove cinders were red, which indicated there should be heat. She pondered this for a moment, and suddenly sneezed. Wiping her nose on the sleeve of her filthy robe, she noticed a light red dry dark substance. It was of no concern at the moment.

 Briskly walking pass the crooked mirror tacked on the dilapidated wall, the old woman had a few logs scattered in the corner. As she bent down to retrieve them, a mouse scurried over her foot. It didn’t startle her at all. Her goal was to get more heat, to sooth her aching bones. She was always cold.

 She threw the remaining wood logs on the stove, grabbed an old frayed blanket, and sat on the only piece of furniture, which was a shabby broken chair, now infested with bed bugs. The old woman paid no mind to it in the sparsely furnished room. She was determined to watch the flame burn, until the sunrise.

 This became a reoccurring process. Time always seemed to elude her. Eventually she realized that somehow, the bitter chill that rattled her bones had a connection to the creaking in the floor. It wasn’t until tonight, she was eerily aware that the chill was emitting from her. It is her who made the floor-boards creak.

She is a ghost. She is and has been for many years….Dead.

 Have a boo-ti-ful  dark Thursday!

4:23 PM

Vera Robinson © 2016

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It’s Deep

The longer I sleep

The deeper I plunge

Into the abyss

Of darkness

There’s an obtrusive light

Along with a warming sensation

It’s reaching

Sending rays, showing glimmers of

Hope

Trying to pull me back

Don’t know which way to

Go

There’s darkness in the light

Tired of going back and

Forth

We are the same

Down

In the darkness

Here I will

Remain

9:09 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

 

Seconds

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Writing 101 Day 4 Seconds

I searched for you on the other side the split second that you were gone. You promised there’d be a light to guide me to the very spot.

I’m positive I touched your hand, it was frigid, but not yet rigid, nevertheless, I couldn’t grab ahold, and it was extremely dark, and grey. It’s not time for me to hold your hand.

Just a touch is not enough. I will return every year, this day, at this time; there’s no window for error, and you were always late.

 Since time is of the essence, I’ve decided to stay here

And wait…wait…wait…In reality it’s only a matter of seconds

One before…The second of…And one after

I won’t miss you the next time I try.

You will always be my only love; upon the earth, or under sand.

10:33 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Sleep

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Writing 101 Day 3 Sleep

 

From darkness into the pitfalls of blackness is where my demons hide

Their lives come alive when I close my eyes

It’s supposed to be a restful slumber

But they have other things in mind

They lurk in the corner of my brain

And build up momentum, and I stay the same

It’s an evil game we play

As I awake every night

Gasping for

Air

11:08

Vera Robinson © 2015

 

Darkness Rules

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Ms. Vee 10-14-15

They sleep in shifts. Someone must always be on watch for the beast that rules the darkness. It is said to be the most vicious, and feared demonic serpent cast from hell upon the land.

The stench is so vile, it shadows the moon. Sounds are more frightening in the pit of the bleakness of the night. I jump at the sound of my heart beating in my chest. I’m starting to fade, there’s a maddening sound, it’s sucking me down.

It seems to have won this round.

9:21 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015