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Sombre Thoughts

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I'm in so much pain and no amount of drugs can take it away.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

The Unknown

What do we truly apprehend about the monsters and demons we fear so profusely? We assume they are all soulless beasts with no no emotions, but is it true?

The dark woman from the sea, Adriana, is the most feared and relentless of all the demons. Her name suits her well. She resides in The Unknown.

I always heard the ear-aching, teeth-grinding screams of her victims. She is the true master, the one who is to be feared above all else. No human and no demon could stand against her. She always dressed in the same, tired gown. She was only seen wearing a long, black, silk gown. Her nails were painted black, to match her raven hair.

For every kill she made, she let out a scream. A scream of joy.

Rain fell into The Unknown. It battered my back and shoulders. I felt each blow, the next worse than the last. The rain trickled down my face and into my mouth. Even the rain tasted bitter, bitter like Adriana. I always felt cold, perhaps this place matches the temperature of her heart. The smell of blood always lingered in the air. Blood polluted the river that ran beside me.

I felt distraught, for I knew I was next to feel Adriana’s wrath. I, the mere slave of death, could feel her coming toward me, her hatred and fury followed. I knew as I looked into her blood-shot eyes that I had met my maker.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

I wish I had no troubled her. How could I have been so careless? Maniacal laughter filled the air. Her screams were the last sounds I heard.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

In the Mist

Death; an instance of a person dying. It was a bitterly cold morning on May 17th 2002. A sudden downfall occurred as I saw them lower her down into the Earth. I couldn’t help but weep. We were married for four years, I loved her. When all was done, I remained as I needed time alone with my love.

Mist began to settle in and a strong essence was all around me. I could feel my feet becoming wet from standing on the saturated ground. I could hardly see, because the mist was too thick. I opened my mouth to sigh only to have the musky and heavy mist plunge its way down my throat. I coughed loudly as I struggled to breathe. I managed to catch my breath and took a look around.

The atmosphere was so morbid and, I know, it was a cemetery. I recall hearing the fluttering of wings. It was a bird, I figured. I then heard the creature’s horrid cry and I realised what it was. It was a crow, one of the most feared bad omens in society. It made a sound so dreadful it frightened itself.

As I knelt down to my knees I felt obligated to not say a word, but to remain in absolute silence. How could I have let her go? I found myself crawling to her tombstone, due to the thickening mist. I could hardly see my own hands in front of my face. I began to feel for the lettering on the tombstone, “Alice Johnson. Beloved daughter. Caring sister. Loving wife.”

Not only had I lost the love of my life, but myself as well. As the crow multiplied and proceeded closer, I let out a single scream. Nothing but darkness surrounded me. I was lost in the mist.

 

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Everything and More

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© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Daily Prompt: Argument

via Daily Prompt: Argument

I never wanted you to walk away.

How did it get to this? How did we get to this point? One minute we were hopelessly and madly in love and now…

We can’t stand to be in the same room together. We’re the golden couple. The duo everyone wants to be, but now we don’t even want to be us. To all those who look in we are that perfect couple that met in high school, fell in love, have been together for six years and will probably get married.

On the inside, however, we are anything but perfect.

He shouts, I scream. He hits the door, I throw a glass. He calls me names, I say I don’t love him.

He walks away…

How could I let such trivial things come between me and the man I love? I have done a lot of terrible things,  but never have I pushed someone to walking away from me.

I don’t know if he will come back. Part of me hopes he does, but part of me hopes he doesn’t.

Our once beautiful and pure love has turned into a toxic wasteland that has been slowly releasing it’s poison into our lungs that has slowly been killing us. I can’t idly stand by as I destroy this man. I can’t bare to look myself in the mirror, because I know I’m the reason we got to this place.

I flirted a bit too much, I started pulling away , I threw the first punch…

Now I’m standing by the door of our home, wallowing in the remains of our shattered romance. I let him go. I want him to come back and tell me it’s going to be okay. I want him to come back and tell me it’s for the best. I want him to come back.

And to think that all this started with a stupid argument.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Strangers

Sometimes the people you try to forget find a way of creeping back into your mind and filling you up with memories. Even though some are good and some are bad, in a way, you miss them. Sometimes you wish you’d never met them, but sometimes you wish you could say hello and start over. Unfortunately life doesn’t work that way.

This is a message to everyone having this feeling and to everyone causing this feeling. Maybe someday things will work out and you will get that hello or maybe things will never work out and, in that case, smile and be grateful for the memories.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

My Love

My love,

I cannot truly fathom into words how much I love you, but I will try my very best to do my feelings justice. You have taken me on a journey I did not know I wanted. My life has been full of ups and downs, but never have I been as happy as I am when I am with you. You have given me a love that I did not know I needed. I am so grateful to have you and to call you mine.

When I look at you I can feel this warmth take over me and it fills me with an abundance of good feelings. Yes, I can name all of them, but by that time this will have been a book.

For now I will stick to the point. The point…

You…

You are my point,

My beginning,

My end,

My start,

My finish,

My destination.

Think of it like this, I would not learn a whole new language for just anyone. That’s how certain I am about you. I am so certain that you are the real deal that I am prepared to embrace a whole new world, just so I can be a part of yours.

You are the love of my life and I will spend every day of this life showing you that I am worthy of all of your love. I will never stop telling you how much you mean to me and I will always, always love you. You truly are the best thing to ever happen to me and I will be forever grateful. Je t’aime… Ahbak… I love you.

Dedicated to my dearest Hussein.

© 2018 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

My friend

I don’t see him everyday. I don’t talk to him all the time and yet he’s always in the back of my mind. It’s not love. I don’t know him that well, but he feels like home.

In a world that is so cold and hateful, he makes me feel loved. I haven’t felt loved in a long time. It’s crazy to think that this one person could mean so much to me, even though I barely know him.

His smile is so contagious. His laugh gives me butterflies. I’m certain that we were meant to meet. We are two people who were meant to change everything we think we know about being appreciated.

I appreciate him. It’s not love. He makes me feel the ‘warm fuzzies’, not in a sexual way. My feelings are strictly platonic, but I must admit, when we’re apart, I can’t wait to see him again.

My friend, you are so dear to me. If only you knew that to me, someone who has felt so unloved and so unwanted, you are so special and you fill the void that has plagued my heart.

My friend, this is for you and the sad thing is that you will never know just how dear to me you really are.

© 2017 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Writer’s Desires

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© 2017 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

United as One

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Thoughts about love…

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© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

The Mask

Hide… that’s what you do. You hide away from the world because they don’t approve of who you are. Why do you even bother? No matter how hard you try, you will never be good enough for society and its sinister mistress… life.

Life is both a blessing and a curse, because you are subjected to the constant beatings and ‘bad luck’, with a hint of serendipity every now and then. You tirelessly move through life wishing for it to be over. You look at the mirror and hate what you see, whether it’s your hair, body, teeth, face, or maybe just you as a whole.

You hate yourself so much that you would cover your face with a mask. Your mask is your real friend. It’s the one thing you never leave home without. You put it on to conceal who you really are, in hopes of ‘fitting in’. In this process you kill the person you are and breed a new, empty and lifeless kind of person that the world will love.

In the end the world will tell you not to change who you are, but if you don’t then the world will hate you regardless. That is the truth about life. It will eat you up and spit you out and still have the nerve to ask you why you’re so broken. Your mask acts as your glue, holding the shattered pieces together, but not even a mask can hide the damage that is buried behind the facade.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Love Story

I love songs about love,

But I could never write about something

As dark and twisted as

Love…

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

The Animal

With swift and graceful movements he runs with the rhythm of the Earth. He moves so quickly that it appears as though he is hovering above the surface. Like a ghost he is there, but he is also not there. He remains unseen and unheard. He awaits the call of someone with a spirit similar to his own. He longs for a soul who can fill the hole in his dying heart. He has spent a lifetime waiting for the one who could save him. Until then, he roams this Earth, causing havoc and destruction wherever he goes. No one has yet to tame the beast inside him. No one has yet to free the animal from the wretched cage in which he is trapped. The cage of life.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

Kissed by an angel

I was always told that I am cold-hearted and I was always content with that. Many said I was both beautiful and cold, like snow. I always thought I was strong, cold and guarded, until I met you. You appeared one day and changed everything.

With one look you made me weak, with one word you broke down my walls and with one touch you warmed my heart. You wrapped your protective arms around me and made me feel safe.

You melted my ice heart and from that, flowers began to grow. The moment our lips touched, the flowers bloomed and so did I. I, in that moment, was brought to life and I will spend the rest of this life loving you.

© 2016 by Stacey-Leigh Laycock. All Rights Reserved.

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