Silent evil

Sitting on the sidewalk

Delving in some muddy thoughts

A quiver of shiver sat down my spine

Realizing one of the denial tides.

                                  The moon was full

                                     The chirping went dead

                                     The only sound was

                                     The swooshing of the windy bell;

It reeked of red intentions

And purple wickedness

Of none but someone

Who was waiting to dispel!

Vortex

Let not your creation be the thoughts you keep running from.

Rappelling down to the vortex of thoughts

I could hear my voices echo

Some teeming with urgency

While some, lying in angst

At the corner of the damp pillow.

I wished to swipe them out

But alas! “Your creation”, they exclaimed

My brazen thoughts and those voices

Work but in tandem

And I’m the only one to be blamed.