A blinding light shines from behind his deeming eyes.
I bear my claws, attempting to sway him from attack.
Unsuccessful.
Wielding his scythe above his head, the lifeless, turbulent man steps
towards me and stops.
“I dare you!” I shout into the barren night.
With one swift motion his scythe cuts through the thick blackness
and rips into my hollow chest.
Dropping the scythe, he forces his hand through my cavity to seize my
dying heart.
Suspending it in front of me, he laughs demonically and says, “I wanted to
touch that which only I could have broken.”
Returning my shriveled heart to my chest, he heals my wounds with loving
words, soft kisses, and a gentle embrace.
Someday he will be the death of me.

~Kryson

Trapped within the world I have created,
I hunger for only you.
The pain of desire, overwhelming.
Blood filled tears stain my aged face.
I would sprout wings and fly, but I cannot
for I am a cat prowling the night for my
next victim.
When I try to love, I only devour.

~Kryson

Pine Cone

Dead on the outside
Yet something stirs deep inside
The signs of new life

-Kryson

Ahhhh… Valentine’s Day. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated Valentine’s Day. Giving out little cards to kids wasn’t how I wanted to spend my day. I’d rather take a test. Once I was a teen, Valentine’s Day was just a reminder that I was alone. Everyone that was in a “couple” seemed so happy, until I was in a couple myself and the daggers and drama came out of the woodwork. The worst was the expectation placed on both men and women to give something amazing and almost everyone seemed to be disappointed.

I was happy with a peck on the cheek myself.

My husband usually has to work on Valentine’s. That’s where he’s at now. Although Valentine’s Day just seems like another excuse to spend money, he always does something sweet for me anyway. He’s a bigger romantic than I am. That was hard to admit years ago, but it’s true.

So, in honor of this day… here’s a poem I wrote for him years ago. Not exactly a happy piece, but it reminds me of where I’ve been and how lucky I am to have such a wonderful man in my life.

Hey, I never said it was a good poem!