TRAPPED IN HELL

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

SPARKLE FOR ME

 

Sparkle for me ocean blue.

I’ve come here only for you.

Your beauty tempts me this night.

I have given up the fight.

 

 
Wrap you cold arms around me.

I long to be light and free.

Pull me deeper inside.

I have long lost my pride.

 

Your water feels cold and nice.

I’ve become a block of ice.

Icicles hang from my hair.

But I don’t have any fear.

 

Warm me.

Soothe me.

Hold me.

Feel me.

 

I trusted you.

I had loved you.

I am nothing.

I am no more.

 

 

WOMAN IN THE WOODS

Dance in the woods.

Feel the wind

lifting your hair.

Raise your arms

to the sky.

Sway to the soft wind.

Listen.

No sounds.

No more winds.

Dance with the darkness.

Dance with the shadows.

Dance with death.

It comes quickly and swiftly.

No warning.

No sounds.

Only death.