Feed the Fae

Where Demons Come Out to Play

Shaky, and anxious mind wanders grab a stick of cinnamon hold the lighter steady watch the flame take hold breathe deeply ahhh calm fascination as the stick turns to ash the white-grey smoke travels through each crevice have to reignite the flame every few minutes try…

Slow Burn Cinnamon Stick

Oh Cookie my dearest cookie, how soft and sweet kept contained by my side why must you call to me? My hunger for you causes me to cheat on my poor stomach who aches to be free. You’re a habit I just can’t quit. Every time…

Ode to the Cookie

When you feel The urge to eat It must be time to Go to sleep   if you can’t seem To go to bed Think about the last time you read   Pick up a book And open a page Let the words take Away…

In the Evening

Shadows cast through the eyes  as pain pierces the heart a fresh wound as knife slices  through skin draws blood hand reaches in to pull  rips out part of soul inner demons fight to keep the rest in it belongs to them numbness draws a…

Ripped Through to the Soul