Poem: Storm Clouds

I see you
hiding
deeper in the darkness
searching for a doorway
afraid to face the formless
silhouettes outside

The ghostly veil
concealing
your shattered soul, pursued
by those bitter winds, fragile
wings fractured by the storm
clouds circling above

Turn around
and knock
on the open door, step inside
no need to speak, just sit
by the open fire, a little solace
from that long black road

A silent hand
a secret
place to lay your head
somewhere to hide
and wait
until the storm clouds pass


© Natalie Mansfield

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Poem: Where I Belong

Wandering through the night

Silence grows deeper

Darkness obscures, and I can pretend

The wolves are sheep.

 

Sunlight brings the shadows

Chases daydreams away

Shows the prizes out of reach

Exposed in their cage.

 

I retreat, back into the night

I am lost, but not alone

I walk with monsters

Here, where I belong.


© Natalie Mansfield

Poem: Faded

 

We were full of life

both of us, ready

to start this journey

together

 

You were bursting with potential

a blank canvas

waiting to absorb

everything

 

I cleaned your wounds

you kept me warm

I made you

purple

 

But now you look so haunted

your skin crumbles, flakes away

your flesh has turned

skeletal

 

Did you follow me into the darkness?

Absorb

the shadows

on that lonely road?

 

Did my silent demons

strip

the purple

and flesh from your bones?

 

I never meant to let you

fade

No one told me

a building could be depressed.

 


© Natalie Mansfield

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Horror Poem: A Price To Pay

He slides between the sheets
falls asleep
alone
for the first time in years

Outside
in the hallway
footsteps
feet
shlopping and squelching
along the carpet
stopping
outside the bedroom

The door creaks
opens
A sliver of moonlight
widens
bathing the room in
silver moonlight

The stench of swamp water
wakes him
from a dreamless sleep

He tries to turn
toward the stench
toward the squelching
He can’t move
his body is frozen

Something’s in the room
with him
behind him, something
that smells of swamp

Squelch, shlop, squelch
shlop
It stops
behind him
breathes
so loud
too loud

It slides into bed
beside him
slithers
over his useless body
squirms
into his rigid arms

Wet
slimy hands
caress
his naked body

He tries to speak
his words are slurred
swallowed
screams, slip away
dissolve
unheard

It slides its swollen tongue
between his teeth
Worms, maggots
squirm
all the way down
into his stomach

It disappears
into the night
satisfied
The only evidence
left behind
a piece of scalp
on the bedside table

She’ll come again
tomorrow night
every night
until
he pays
until
his sanity
slips away


© Natalie Mansfield