Kesa: Poems

8 · 1d

Kesa 1d

She was standing still, just like I was.

Her hair swaying in same wind as yesterdays.

Everything was white

The only exception being the crater.

That was black and a grey gradient.

Apart of her skin the same gradient three or four metres

Coming down from that crater.

It took me some time.

I didn’t want to believe that I couldn’t reach for her

And if I did, she would be cold.

If she wasn’t made of material,

Could I feel her warmth?

The untouchable, something always out of reach.

#longing #existential #vignette #heartache

6 · 1d

No Silence, please.

Kesa 1d

No Silence, please.

There was a soft thud, the sound vibrating through the air but loud enough to warn me.

Its furry shadow flickered across the window.

The sheets where already above my head.

I was curled, terrified on what was to come. And yet...

A thud, another. A bang, a shriek.

Its teeth were scraping along the wood of the door.

It was soon to come in, the collar given sitting beside me.

It wasn’t for it anymore.

She told me it was the perfect name.

I thought my name was perfect too.

Until I had to wear it.

its shadow emits over the window, creating darkness like the night.

It was quiet. It wasn’t scraping the door or thumping its feet.

It was staring.

I thought of it at least being peaceful.

But there is no peace in the silence it gives us.

A world where humans are domesticated by Hares.

#physiological #dark #fiction #isolation #paranoia #dread #vignette

4 · 1d

Can't I forget you now?

Kesa 1d

Can't I forget you now?

The nail of my thumb brushes a scab,

The raw skin stinging.

My fingers clench, nails imbedding themselves in my palms.

Was chewing the side of my cheek.

Could taste the metalic in my spit.

Could clearly hear my thoughts.

Or what I thought where my thoughts.

Couldn’t tell them between.

Murmur and word, Couldn't

Lower my voice

To a point

Where she wouldn't flinch

When only my lips would tremble.

Wanted to take back what

she didn’t know.

Regret, Anger.

#yearning #nostalgia #sorrow #vulnerability #vignette

0 · 16h

Villagers Diary

Kesa 16h

Villagers Diary

The soup is getting old.

The colours have drained from our world.

It's like.

The ponds have been deprived of water.

Like how were deprived of love and affection.

Were all so desperate but.

For something far worse.

We want the unknown.

We want the colour we don’t remember

We want the bark.

Thats embedded itself into our children.

We feel ourselves slipping.

Our emotions twisting.

Our hearts squeezing.

At times it hurts so bad, but.

The pain reminds us of were alive.

That hot tensing in my ribs.

The clutch of my palm against my chest, My heavy breathing.

Late night panic attacks, nightmares.

The ones that croak. Their.

Taunting us with their dull.

With their lack of dept and care.

They blend.

With the bark on their bones.

They Grow.

Like how branches reach to the top.

They Take.

And they do not give.

Their taking land we never seen.

We're losing so much.

We never had before.

But we still wish. We still hope.

Even when.

there isn’t anything to grasp.

A Minecraft villagers diary.

#minecrafthorroreerie

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