The Prayer

His name slides off her tongue
like a prayer spoken
to ward off the demons
that plague her dreams.
© AC Elliott, 7-Aug-17


Essence #6- In Darkness, They Plot

Words that seek a life of their own,
stolen from my fragmented thoughts,
they want access to the paper below.

Their shape begins in the unknown,
and steeped in the darkness, they plot,
looking for a chance to overthrow-

my mind, and so their seeds are sown.
growing stronger, and freedom sought
their thirst for blood begins to show

like blades sharpened on a whetstone
they go on an offensive onslaught
and wreaking havoc with their rapid flow-

cover the paper in black and red
thoughts running wild, freed from my head.

AC Elliott