Seeking Sanity~ by Tracey Sivek

Pandora's box has been tightly sealed 

remnants of what once was 

is scattered now in northerly winds 

...vision is lost 

Dying time wages on 

like a war between 

decay and the stillborn 

Fighting something that 

cannot be seen 

while loving with third eye open 

...soul retrieval countdown 

Drifting between yesterday 

and today 

That is where the sun meets moon 

Survival of the fetus hidden inside the blind 

spots of a road overly traveled 

leaves healing as the daily mantra 

...be reborn or die 

So black and white is the palate 

of this life 

...the answers lie in the dark side of the moon 

Seeking Sanity~

Tracey is a native of Northern Michigan.  She has work on Writerscafe and Cosmofunnel.  She is also the Author of "Zero Evidence of Life" found on lulu.com.
Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , The Rye Whiskey Review and The Dope Fiend Daily.

Within The Vacant Chambers Of A Lost Soul By JPR

Barred windows view, its screams can never equal the torments within.

To suffer is the nature of this existence, to challenge the borders of normalcy.

We must suffer the consequences, as so it's told by those which do not offer solace.

Breaking bones to repeat sins of your darkest desires, we are mortal, and mortals are wicked by design.

Take the punishment and return it with a loving sense of malice.

Enjoy this retribution, for you are the only one that rules over this domain.

A forged alliance signed in blood is the lie’s strength of an invisible pact.

We do - on a small scale - what the power-hungry swine do without question upon the blink of an eye.

Torch it to cinder as you laugh in spite.

What if the only consequence lingered upon this realm?

As we lock away the vile, along with the innocent, casting killers who, if not guilty, certainly by appearance suit the role.

Torments of the uncertain pleas of the accused.

The barred windows view trapped only the flesh in a murders row of judgemental fools.

A solid aforementioned hell's false perception.

As so it's preached in ignorance.

Won't you join us in this lesser form of Heaven?

We all fade either way.

Life is a prison for which I do cherish the thought of escape.

JPR, is a southern gothic writer his work has been published by.

Fixator Press, Disturb The Universe, The Dope Fiend Daily, The San Pedro River Review, Horror Slease Trash,  It Takes All Kinds Literary Zine, Piker Press and Punk Noir Magazine.