September Peaks its Head out Slowly – Jasper Kerkau

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Devoured, I dip parchment in blood and furiously scribble incoherent texts in invisible ink. Stains everywhere. April was folly. Gave birth to half-life, sickness, and inevitably death. Each humidity drench day was an exercise in funeral preparations for a life that was nothing more than fantastic mirage. Inverted crosses and sacrificed infants give birth to dark demons that pursue me in my dreams, clutter mind, and poison perceptions. I never realized that it would be this hard. The sound of the football games pours over backyard and in-between houses and beckons September which holds the promise of something on the horizon. Cool air blowing in from exotic northern locales, breathing life back into me as I am close to destroyed by divorce, fear, and, of course, failure. I awaken slowly from a passive-aggressive coma. Then comes more silence. It’s the silence that is the killer. Thankfully September peaks its head out slowly, stretching its long arms and embracing my battered body. It can only be better.

Author: jasperkerkauwriting

I am trying to write myself out of the darkness.

3 thoughts on “September Peaks its Head out Slowly – Jasper Kerkau”

  1. you have such a dynamic and powerful style, rich with emotion. i’m glad i’m here reading it in this moment. i’m reminded of why this is where i need to be. thank you, mister ❤

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