Dungeon of Mind

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https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/your-daily-word-prompt-dungeon-march-22-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/rest/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/satisfy/

In mind’s dungeon no rest is found

Nothing satisfies dour assemblage…

Every facet of faces is sepia frown

Their words—constant clanging

Haranguing—are physical battery

…Reproof, rebukes.

There’s no such thing as quiet

Not for a moment, hour, day…

No peace exists; dimmest corner

Ripples reverberations…defeat

Shame, pound chronic migraine.

Specters of the dead, shadows of

People still living—somewhere—

Writhe, serpents in agony.

Tears don’t appease, nor repentant

Prayer, pleas for absolution.

Memory’s verbal rats gnaw feet…

Can’t sleep, on guard against

Something larger…toxic, toothier.

People who don’t believe Hell’s

A real place have yet to experience

Mental dungeon where everything

You ever feared, recall—each cruel

Betrayal, humiliation, shunning and

Mockery—whatever is horror, grief

Becomes bitter flame which burns

The flesh, sears tongue, blinds eye

Turns heart and soul to ash…

But leaves mind alert to suffer.

Those who escape discovered secret:

Dungeon keeper’s been around for

Eons, nothing new about him; he

Merely repeats what old voices speak

Copy/pastes stinging untruths…he’s

Lucifer, the Liar.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Grave Shadow Lurking

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #4

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 Wraith, whether ghost or nightmare…a

Ravaged horror; apparition dressed in tattered

Gown, trailing train of…yes…ebon-ash, smoke.

She wore mask of fear, fine etching traced

Across her face formidable…but, for what reason

Did she intimidate me?  An atmospheric anomaly.

What dire straits was she escaping from

Or to, that brought her lost or found into my

Sleep, night after murky blue-wafted night…

Waking me, requesting one more review?

Her garment rustled, ruffled as she whirled

(A midnight dreaming dervish?)…how could

Mind rest, though wearied so alert?

Perhaps she was metamorphosis…of child

I once was, might have been… Alas, no

Narcotic’s induced deception, this spectral

Grave shadow my reality…lurking, ever lurking

Whispery-pacing heart’s moonless halls.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.