Terra Buttry
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Book of Black Bargains
Book Of Black Bargains By: Terra Buttry January 30,2021 Blackened ashes fall around my feet and I know all is lost, but I keep holding onto this moment. This utter feeling of such remorse and self loathe it is almost too much to stomach. I had it all. Right in the palm of my limp wristed hand. I in this exact moment am unsure if I ever want to be me again. Superstitions have never led me this close to failure and here it is. My instinctual feels all wrong and foreboding thoughts of ill repute is my new now. That Little Black Book and everything it stands for…. And now I am only left with my hopeless soulless self and I ask away like a machine gun stuck on it’s firing pin, sending a spray of bulllets into all life forces and the like PEW PEW PW PE PWE PEW!!!!
By Terra Buttry5 years ago in Horror
Night Unto Day
Change is the same as Night to Day. Dark shadows cast about a heavy curtain. Oppressing us, distressing us all, an Ode' to the Woe. Then as gentle as morning dew on a petal, illuminating light shatters the depths of Evening. Fragments become whole, prisms become never ending sheets of iridescent glow. Just as Day dawns into her full glorious splendor. So shall we dawn into our ever changing magnificent selves. For as change settles and evolves into our new normality, our buried sleeping coffin will break open the Earth. Those rusty nails shall creak and scream open. Alas, the fresh new daylight will shine throughout forever time and time anew. Therefore, we shouldn't be worried or ever weary or have stressful contemplation over the next Day shedding unto the Night. Or over any of the future changes or changed. Moreover shall we forget not that as it was and is and will always be. So in our reminiscent we do know. Change is as always a blackened, darkened, obsidian Night unto a wonderfully bright, lustrous, brilliant new Day.
By Terra Buttry5 years ago in Poets
