De-Vore

My life is a ghost town. Houses with just windows, people just apparitions. It's quiet here and I watch the world from far away through heavy hazel telescopes that aren't quite mine. People are visiting my ghost town though. I'm like a poltergeist. Throwing dusty artifacts around to grab their attention, and they're listening. Is it their imagination? They think it might be. But I can affect this physical world. Change things from my doorless house with its hazel tinted windows. I'm a ghost but I never died. I'm a person who never owned a house with doors. My house walks on stilts through muddy bogs all on its own. And this is how we live

Altus POV:            “How many has that been now? How many times has this happened, with my knowing and without my knowing? Because I’m sure you have kept some of these attacks from me!” Her voice rose to nearly a shout, expressing her annoyance at the reoccurrence of the events. She was pacing the room, forcing the guards who had followed them, to remain out of the way.            Altus stared at her a moment, having finished giving the whole report to her and some of the guards. Who remained in the room and remained loyal to them. “It just means less after the fact.”            “Or more, since you

            There once was a man named Billy. He enjoyed long walks and smelling flowers. The forest and meadow near his house gave him the perfect opportunity for both of these.            But neither the forest nor its occupants liked visitors.            On one particular day, the occupants finally got tired of Billy’s flower smelling. The flowers themselves had become quite distressed at his persistence, thinking their floral scent gone. And replaced with some foul odor.            So when Billy entered that forest. Billy had to die.            A particular occupant, who had been slacking off on his duties was charged with t

Strolling the forest in the dark Such a brilliant idea They say there are creatures that come out Maybe they just smelled me Ireland is lovely Except when there are monsters With dark hides Many forms   And many names With such bright grins They love to play tricks Dancing between trees and taunting Taunting with human voices   Briefly I wonder how long it has been… They don’t give me a moment to wonder Circling closer Then only do I realize   There had only been one And there are others Other hungry monsters ….... The last I ran Was in the presence of humans They had found me They had caught me Then d