Wednesday, October 17, 2012

You're Stuck


You’re Stuck

By Tiffany Gephart

 

It starts out with a girl.

A lone girl minding her own business.

Not a single care in the world.

She hides behind her timid nature making you wonder what she is afraid of.

 

She slowly stands up from her lone place on the bank of a river.

Her long blonde hair flowing down to her waist her long white dress billows in the wind.

She tilts her head up to see the threatening clouds above a quick flash of lightning sends her body ridged.

 

She lets out a silent scream in the darkness.

Her eyes wide and all white.

No pupils.

She turns her head quickly to the left to stare at you.

 

Her eyes are no longer pure but now the color of death as she steps towards you.

You can see the threat in her body language.

Everything in your mind tells you to run but you are glued to the cold dirt ground.

 

She grows not in size but in your mind she is now ten feet tall.

She gets closer her hair grows longer and she bows her head down towards her chest.

The frame of this girl shudders and fur grows all over her body.

She twitches again, and suddenly there is a killer bear in front of you.

Taunting you dancing around you and teasing you to run, but you can’t you’re stuck.

 

The bear looks at you with the eyes of pure terror.

Run puny thing you can’t escape from me.  The beast says to your mind.

But you just look at it defiantly as if to say “Come get me.

You still can’t move as you feel the teeth bite into your flesh slowly taking you over as you submit to the torture.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Moon go away I don't love you no more


Fire can give me wings courage, compassion, and devotion.

 

Love is as frightening as death.

It chills me to the bones.

It makes your heart feel warm but when its gone it leaves you as cold as the last breath leaving your body.

The death feels like a sigh of the ear and the taste of the loss is bitter and salty.

Love like the love from Derrick Eli from Riverside, California. He made my love grow cold and made my heart whither.

The Loss tastes sweet.

Like candy that has been left in your car for months.

The flames danced around my soul sending me rising higher than the smoke.

It was totally awesome, watching the reds, yellows, oranges, browns, the embers of the remaining sins because fire makes you clean.

“Fire can give me wings courage, compassion, and devotion. Fire is obstinate and heady and absolutely not subtle. It is seen as the force burning inside us, the passion to do it with all of ourselves, resulting in the honor and freedom to do it without back stabbing and with an open face.”

The wonderful  ceiling of lust.

Love is as joyful as the plague.

Derrick sucked the soul out.

Tiffy Bear could not survive.

Tomorrow the seplecure will shatter to pieces freeing the spirit trapped inside.

The army of barbies and headless army men.

The spirit will explode with a  loud ringing of plants.

Eir macht ein an.

Even the sky mourns this loss.

Love is frightening as death for the winter holds no love for those who have none to give.