Monologue: Goodbye

I feel him. I sense that murky presence, lurking in the shadows beneath stars that wink against midnight black. I feel him. That icy breath, numbing, chilling my skin ’till blood runs cold. I see him. I can just make out his slender figure, his large hands, those bony fingers. They reach out toward me….

Sonnet: Seasons of grief

Unwanted, unwelcome, the shadows seep Across ice that keeps me frozen in time. A small pink rose destroyed by frost, I weep, Snatched from my grasp, I have lost what is mine. The cold winds blow like the spread of venom. Surrounded by leaves, letting go, falling Rotten to the floor, colours faded, numb From…