the knocking is a serenade

At night; your men are armed to teeth/ the timbre of their boots outside my gates/ a proposal past. A river; the rock split into blood and /thorns seducing their way out /miserable gaps of solitude. The dogs; rising to the occasion/ pouring their vile hatred of you/ signalling your imminent arrival. The house; your …

Flood Scare

“The rain shows no sign of stopping. You think it’ll stop tomorrow?” Their house was surrounded by water and it was not only theirs but of all the people that lived in the area. A couple stories of each house was drenched, people were stuck on top floors, roofs, balconies and just anything that’d keep …