Friends

ketutarwriting.blogspot.com
ketutarwriting.blogspot.com

empty boxes and black shelves of her occult books. 

here a ring under a scarf, she thought one of her spirits stole it, and there a small journal of spells, pungent with the perfume of leaves from her garden. 

the last note a paragraph on resurrections. 

I miss my friend… 

Advertisements

Memories of Us


died; got all of his possessions. 

dungeon load of music, hellish crime scene photos, memories of us. 

clothes; got all of her soul, Nikotine™. 

Old and crusty Make-up; didn’t know he wore any, magazines of self-loathing, rusty blades for his angry fur. 

faded memories of us. 

nothing more.