Freakshow

Step right up! I am the Master of Night. In my tent are things to marvel at. Leave your sanity at the door.

Behold the Sponge Lady! Soft and yielding, she will absorb any drivel and all poison. Look how she smiles at her master.

You see her, but she doesn’t see you, the Eyeless Heiress! Thought she had it all, her sight plucked out in her sleep.

Penny Pan, Peter’s lost sister. She is eons old, full of life, but appears as a helpless child. Laugh as she cries for daddy.

Behold Bottomless Bertha! Constant thirst, enduring hunger, are her tortures. I pour in poison after poison, she begs for more.

Beware the Sinful Sisters. Born with immorality, no sense of right. They will follow any vice that is gifted to them. Look away.

Has the Master entertained, teased, seduced? Deposit your heart in the basket by the door. Full payment is required.

You refuse to pay? You want to dip your toe in madness & walk out clean? Then you must work off your admission. Give me one sin.

Payment of your innocence, received. As a souvenir, please take this package of guilt wrapped in regret, so you’ll never forget.

Ode to a Journal

My pages hold
Dreams dared not spoken
Hushed wishes
Worlds that never were
Scraps of what was
The key to her soul
I will never end
Because ideas never stop

(transferred from old blog)