Luna Declining, II

Bright eyes seen in darkness, looking, scanning. – Wait.
A squint, quick.
What?
Huh.
What.
No way.
That smell in the air, though. There.
There?
No, there. What is that?
I don’t smell anything.
Right there. What is that?
No idea.

*

A quiet rustling
Leaves whispering, trees swaying in the sudden wind.
Behind the clouds, the moon rising
Peaking past dark cumuli.

*

We really shouldn’t be here.
Aww. Are you scared?
Haha.
You’re just chicken.
Guys, I mean it.
Cluuuuuuck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck.
Hehe.
We really shouldn’t be here –
There! Again!
What?
Didn’t you see that?
See what?
There! I swear I saw something!
Guys, we really shouldn’t be here.
Cluuuuuuck-cluck-cluck-cluck.

*

A sudden haunting
Echoes howling faraway
The silver back and shanks glide between shadows
Halting once, twice; waiting.

*

A shiver, real, tingling icily down young spines.

Oooh! Did you feel that?
Yeah, creepy!
Nice!
What was it, though?
Guys, I think we need to go.
Would you stop with your whining!
What was that, though?
Guys, I mean it. We really should go –
Would you shut up already?
There! Again! What the hell is that?
We need to leave. Now.
I’m not going anywhere.
P-kawk!
Chicken!

*

A lone figure standing, seeing
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
The seven hiding
Six disbelieving, waiting in suspense.

*

What is that?
Guys. We need to go. Now.
Would you shut up! You’re spoiling everything!
What is that?
You can see it, too, right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
What is it, though?
Guys.
There! Again! I swear to God, it moved.
Guys. Now.
What is wrong with you?
This is amazing.
We need to leave. Now.
Oh, piss off!
Go yourself then!
This is amazing.

*

Gasping, a whispered shout:
Did you see?
Did you see!
Look!
A hand cupped over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Sssshhh!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets waiting
Waiting for the ancient terror
Lingering in the Dark.

*

See, I told you!
Shut up!
I told you! We need to go! Now!
Shutupshutupshutupshutup!

*

The howl
So sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
Bright flares in darkness deeper, louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
Too close! Too close!
RUN! RUN!
Confusion – Terror – Understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

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I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

SHUT! UP!

*

Crimson spreading, dripping
The scent intensifying, leaving a trail
Cursing – Crying – Prayers flying
From sputtering lips, trembling
This can’t be –
They’re myths –

They’re not real –
They’re just make-believe!

*

That’s blood!
No shit.
What do we do?
If we carry them together, we can move –
We can’t, that’ll slow us down!
The fuck’s wrong with you?
In case you didn’t realise, that thing is out there!
We can’t leave them here!
We have to or we’ll all get killed!

You monster!
But that’s blood!

That’s real!
It’s a bite! A bite!

Do you know what that means?
I don’t want to be here!
Stop crying! That’s not helping!
I want to go home!
We’re not leaving anyone behind.
But -!
We’re all going, that’s final!
I want to go hooooome!
Would you stop with the crying!
MOVE!

*

Open the door!
What?
The car, shithead! Open the door!
Oh yeah.
It’s everywhere!
I don’t care, get them inside!
It’s all over me!
Who give’s a shit! Get inside!
I hate this!
I want to go hooooome!
Get inside
, asshole!
What?

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

A scramble, a struggle
Back into the car all at once
Doors slamming, tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

*

Luna declining, silver fur gliding
Under old shadows into the vast Night.
Long breaths at dawn, rising
Ancient spells alive, living
Awaiting the full moonlight.

© 2025 threegoodwords

video killed the radio star

How has technology changed your job?

If you ever yelled at a radio dj because they started talking exactly when they shouldn’t, and so ruined a perfect recording of your favourite new song, then this question is probably a bit tricky because where to even begin…

#oldschool

to a young(er) friend

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ok, let’s talk about it
that thing that disturbs so many

oh god, not again 
#sigh #rollseyes
though somewhere I read that
porn has become the new sex-ed

um, what?

i don’t even know what to think of that
where to start where to end
and, oh, the visuals
endless, endless
sunk deep into the web

which makes things so difficult
when the deed is actually to be done
because intercourse
depends on one thing a screen can’t provide
(not that people don’t try…)

bodies.
real bodies. alive.
living, breathing
actual people
humans
with skin and hands and mouths
personal scents and personal sounds.

touch. feeling.
such small words
doors to so many worlds.

#obvious I know
but think about it

a person’s presence
cannot be fast-forwarded
freeze-framed
clicked away
edited
photoshopped
or otherwise modified

not to mention their preferences
their pasts and presents
their hopes for the future
in unknown beds

that one moment in their lives
that can outlast all others for
hours, days
years on end
it all depends

on what actually happened.

there are infinite variations
like flowers and bees
and all the other species on the planet.
so let’s talk about it
that thing that disturbs so many

y’know
what needed to happen
for you to be here in the first place :D

oh my god TMI!!!

 

© 2016 threegoodwords

ain’t nobody

that moment.
the beat. soft, low.

filling you up

inside, so wide
so quiet, so bright.
it sounds familiar
warm

and suddenly you know the song.

it’s new
the beat is different
faster,

just the thing for today’s youth
what a word
that used to be you
when did you lose the ‘th’?

but the music,
the rhythm
it’s all the same

you know it
deep down inside
know it since you heard it
so often, so often

on the radio
in the car,
in the kitchen
in the living room

everywhere it was on the air
the djs loved it, as djs do

and soon you had all the lyrics in your head
as if they’d always been there
captured effortlessly
that’s the way it was
it happened so naturally

you didn’t even know it was love
and now you’re flying through the stars
and hope this night will last for ever

but the voice is young, so young
couldn’t have been more than a toddler
then
when you were listening
dancing
singing to the song
like nobody was watching
coz nobody was watching

you were in your space
your own place
moving to the music
all by yourself
and loving it

ain’t nobody
loves me better
makes me happy
makes me feel this way

and there you are again

time never passed
you’re still there
in your space
your own place

loving the music
feeling the sound
like nobody’s watching
coz nobody’s watching

it’s just you
flying through the stars

knowing this will last forever

 

© 2014 threegoodwords

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