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Darkness, hidden in light, makes a meal.

Bella stared out the window, her brow wrinkling as she slowly caressed the purple cloth cover of the book in her hands. Outside moonlight turned the world into painting of silvers, blues, and blacks. The stars faded in the glow of the full moon, only the brightest making their presence known. Around her the room was dark. She had turned off the lights when she realized she no longer needed to read what was contained within those purple covers to know what was there. The words forever seared into her heart.

It was one of her mother’s many journals, written in her neat hand and still holding a trace of her perfume even after all these years. Bella smiled and held the book to her chest. Of all of her writings this was the briefest. A single sentence placed in the very center, surrounded by pages of the purest white. 

‘Darkness, hidden in light, makes a meal.’

Untitled (Flash Fiction)

She looked at the glass scattering across the floor. The shimmering tones of silicone on terra-cotta. A frown creased her brow as pieces skittered and spun, flinging off sharp sparks of light. This wasn’t the first nor the last, but damn, she hated to be reminded of such things. 

Turning she glanced at the hand hanging insolently over the arm of the chair, unaware or uncaring of what happened on the chipped and cracked floor below. She wanted to feel anger, the heat of blood rising to her cheeks as it did so long ago, instead she sighed and careful made her way to the broom closet, being sure not to disturb the figure slumped in his chair. The shards glittered like lost diamonds again the black dust pan, somehow enhanced by the thin coat of dust which swirled between the jagged pieces. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stood, careful not to tip her hand and release the wreckage once again. 

She emptied the pan, wiped it clean and returned it to it’s place along with the broom. She let her eyes close for a moment before closing the door and turning to place a thin, blue veined hand upon his shoulder, feeling his bone thin frame through his house coat.

Looking down at his face, relaxed now but still handsomely rugged to her fading sight, she spoke softly.

“Take him,” she told the figure waiting in the doorway.

Forgotten (Poetry)

Forgotten
By Kira A. Moore

 

Tears

Fall.

Memories

Of

the

Forgotten.

Promises of warmer weather (Poetry)

Promises of warmer weather
By Kira A. Moore 

 

Shadow and
Light,

Leaves whisper
and Dance,

Summer comes
On sighs,

Of Jasmine
and Rose.

 

I Dream Madness (Poetry)

I Dream Madness
By Kira A. Moore 

 

Dancing, 
With the
Skeletons,

From
A madman’s
Closet. 

Senbonzakura – Lindsey Stirling

Tonight (Poetry)

Tonight
By Kira A. Moore 

 

My breath,

Rises

and

Falls,

With the

Beating

Of

Your heart.

Ed Sheeran – I See Fire (Music Video)

Life by moonlight (Poetry)

Life by moonlight
By Kira A. Moore

 

A
Ribbon,

Of
Memory,

Washed
By regret,

Another
Wave,

Erasing
The past.