Returning Sorrow By becca I float in a dream, of lightness and freedom. The Earth is below, with all its stress and pain. I would stay here, but I know I must return. When I wake up, I will be back once again. To suffer through, all that torments my soul. I feel them pulling, the demons of sorrow past. Shaking me awake, to make me suffer once more. I open my eyes, everything is the same. . . _________________________________________________________________ Infierno By Gannon Writing heathen heroics, the sly mind wanders free to covet and keep. At rest, it conjures stones and sticks, stripping some cross chest-medal to forge goddamn weaponry. And a heart-stopping experience might end it all - so pretty (and lonely!), let me take your limbs apart, cleave your tears, and break them into pieces as they fall. Here, serpentine evil sits in nuclear trinity, in an ice desert far from fire and limbo divine, chewing over stretched fat for godforsaken poetry.