As we read this we think of our darkness and how it hungers always for more. We constantly watched for the slightest weakness, even inattention is a weakness. But to have it’s icy call within our darkness and acceptance, deeelish

Hoi hoi Chère C.,
Love the write.
And love the artwork too.
Kind regards, Gus

This reads more like a short story then a poem. I love it. The darkness and moodiness crawls into my skin. As I read, I love the atmosphere you created with your words and with the image. Marvelous Brenda. xo

Father, I confess to ink the silence, haunting the moonless nights. Well done, Brenda.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Benny good afternoon this is a morbid thought but I live in the country and while outside the flies were driving me nuts and it occurred to me we were walking carcasses and the little bastard was looking for a way in while I was yet living… what happens at a funeral you are right I just hope by then I am onto better things this is a great write ❤️

I was tasked with doing several military funerals back in my Army days. It is extremely somber. And, the occasional one after the military years. I’ve always tried to think of it as a celebration of their life. Sometimes it’s how we get through such things.
Your write is a really good “on point” of how it can play out. And how you built the scenario earlier.
Who knows, man, who knows. best we enjoy it while we can.

Powerful piece my friend. The wording and the flow of this poem gives me a chill and makes me think of my very own existence. Marvelous write Benny.

Thank you for allowing my ink to splatter, Brenda. I don’t know why we don’t team-up more often. My dirge is available even in the throes of my tuna casserole.

This is good. The flow is nicely done. Nice job to both of you.