Don’t read this one, Mom…

Hellfire, frightful desire; The night is my confidant, And you are my delicious muse. Your wicked stare burns through me like the lick of a whip, As whispers of ecstacy from the grave carry my name. I’ll taunt your fantasies and haunt your dreams, Turning your nightmares into my dark pleasure playground. Your hands uponContinue reading “Don’t read this one, Mom…”

A little somethin’ somethin’…

Walk with me, through streets caressed by silence and fog; the night washes over us like a fine mist; cloaked in darkness, we glide over the cobblestones like specters, haunting the town with our presence; basking in the glow of the moon, breathing in the scent of rain and exhaling secrets left unspoken; I turnContinue reading “A little somethin’ somethin’…”

A happy black heart…

I wrote something this morning and wanted to share. I was thinking about a happy place. Not an actual place, mind you, but one I could create. I wanted to describe it. This is what I came up with: The path ahead is dark with shadows, And only the faintest traces of moonlight, Trees twistContinue reading “A happy black heart…”

The creative ebb and flow…

This is the type of day that, if it wasn’t hotter than 40 hells outside, I would venture out into the world in search of spooky places to photograph. However, your beloved Twisted Libra doesn’t fair well in boiling heat; since I apparently reside in Satan’s ass crack, I must feed the creative beast fromContinue reading “The creative ebb and flow…”

Spreading the news….

So…Twisted Libra has a newsletter now. Or should I say, noose-letter? Nope. Not doing that. It sounds dumb. NEWSletter. Anyway, I’ve decided to step away from social media. It’s pretty much a useless time suck, and quite frankly, it does nothing to support my writing. While I did delete the TikTok and the Snapchat, theContinue reading “Spreading the news….”

Feeling a little naughty…

Hold me close like a secret; for I am your possession, to play with as you wish. Your touch sears my naked flesh, like sacrament on the damned. I cannot resist you; nor do I want to. Your full weight upon me, my mouth finds your body. You taste like sin. Crush me. Consume me.Continue reading “Feeling a little naughty…”

The muse strikes…

Snowfall in the Cemetery The flurry subsides; a delicate alabaster blanket spreads over the field of finality. Moonbeams dance across the graves, the silence as pristine as their snow-white hue. A gentle winter breeze dances among the tombstones like a spectral coryphee. There is tranquility on this side of the veil; yet, in the quietContinue reading “The muse strikes…”

Dark visions…

I envision a place where time stops, the breeze the only movement other than my own. Faceless voices whisper to me, calling me back to my sinister home. My comfort found in a palace of demise; corpses gathered inside decrepit tombs, awaiting the moment their master beckons them to rise. The sweet odor of deathContinue reading “Dark visions…”

Cue the carnival music…

I was looking through my previous work and found this. I love this one. It was in my 2nd book, Craving the Darkness (no longer in print). Felt like sharing again. Enjoy. Steal me away from this place, And take me to the land of darkened dreams, Where we can frolic among the graves, WakingContinue reading “Cue the carnival music…”