Six word story #3: The Damsel and the Dragon

From a distance, he’d looked beautiful.




I cannot breath nor hear nor speak.

Your words fill my

Mouth and my nose.

Your voice fills my ears.

Trapped beneath this

Weight that buries me

There’s only the fear

You instill

And a rapidly shrinking

Air supply.


It’s only when you have been

Buried by an avalanche

That you begin to know the truth.

White is the color of hell.


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So many things to do,

I never get any peace.

I’m always working,

juggling activities like oranges.

I never have time to relax.

But maybe I like it that way,

being busy keeps the demons at bay.


Direction this blog is going in (Minor changes)

Hey readers,

I’ve been thinking lately.

And I’ve decided there are going to be some (very) minor changes done to inkgirlwords.

I’m taking away Recent Reads. And Recent Reads just took so much time to write.

I won’t be posting my YouTube videos that often, unless I am super proud of the video or really want you all to see it. So if you want to keep watching my videos please subscribe HERE.

I am going to be focusing my blog on poems and stories with articles scattered in there on inspirational and other topics, like writing. I really, really want to focus on this!

So yes, these are those minor changes I was talking about. inkgirlwords won’t be that different I swear. I am just sticking to the tagline more haha.

Thanks for reading, you are the best! ❤


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You live off the blood pulsing in my veins.

You inhale my anger, disapointment and pain.

You are the vampire and I am the food.

And when your fangs bite into my flesh,

I find I cannot fight, I’ve turned helpless.






Mind Garden

You try to plant poisonous flowers in my mind,

they may smell sweet but I know the death that’s inside.

I can’t keep up with weeding them out,

the seeds you spread grow and sprout all around.

My mind is consumed, I try to distance myself from you.

But it’s too late, now I am controlled and lifeless.

My mind garden a desolate wasteland of nightshade.

That one tree that survives against all odds

will be dead soon enough.