Nevabin shelf

12/07/2022

Huge black cats, they crouched in the passage, on the stairs leading down to the basement, they were staring at him, and slowly they grew bigger, each transforming into shadowy human form until they filled the passage, then in one accord the slowly moved towards him, his heart was almost collapsing, he pi**ed himself has they drew nearer, the flashlight dropped from his quivering hand, shattered on the tiled staircase and darkness resumed deeply, his heavy breathing and the rhythmic throbbing of his heart echoed through the stillness of the narrow passage, and then his screams berates the dark.

12/07/2022

The black shadow reclined at full length with
one shoulder against the tree, and slowly the eyelids rose and its glowing eyes fell on Pablo, and before he could make for his weapon of defense, the shadow vanished into thin air, perspiration spread his entire body, his legs glued to the very soil that he couldn't move, then the dreadful evil appeared behind him and tied a spiky rope around his neck, it drew on the rope violently, that it tore into his flesh.
Pablo's eyes bulge and he couldn't scream, he struggled in an intense spasm, his blood flowed loosely and he died in his transgression, and so another dug his grave.

30/07/2021

WAR WITH WRETCH
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Shall I put it into writing while I wait?,
Shall I wait till my tears wet my wit?
Shall I wait till my shadow grow taller
than my very reach?,
Shall I wait till every dream to get rich
shed to tear?,

Water was ordinary, tasteless and blameless
until It became too salty to taste,
So that my tongue could no more drink even in
thirstiness from the dryness of this wilderness,

My mouth suffers!, what can I offer her?
nothing but wails, only wells that I can
not in my emptiness draw a single drop from,

Torture and turmoil are what is left of the
barelands of my belly, deserted by every
blood and meat but beastly vipers battling
blindly for the remains of my billow,
Now I lay in the middle of this battlefield
beaten and flatten, back against the bareness
of this lifeless earth,

In my weakness I could feel the firmness of the earth
and even in her stillness she held me at ease,
I will die of envy as I wish my tiny
dry legs could fit into the room of her
her spacious shoes, maybe lifelessness grant her
the freedom to live unbound from the vassalage
of pain.

My tongue flicked out from the dry opening of my face
licking the bland base of it, brushing the blood
stains from the gravely pit dugged by my very teeth,
this deep pit was scatteredly tattooed all over
my wretched lips,

As I lay mocked by the glaring eyes of the watching
sky, submerged in the deepest sea of last momentarily
conversation between life and death,
shall I in my lost kiss the dust and die?
shall I find my feet?
shall I hold the ground and stand up tall?,
shall I war this wretch without end?
IN the beginning, there's no end until death !!!!!!........

POET: Smile Austin

30/07/2021