#32 The silent killer

They don't attack from behind,
With a dagger big as an arm.

They don't creep up in house
From unlatched windows.

They don't poison your coffee,
While you look away.

They don't shoot you with a gun
While they stand in front of you.

They'll tell you they love you
And gain your trust..
They'll take you to places,
You have never been to..
They sing you lullabies,
Till you fall asleep on their shoulders..
They'll touch your heart,
And own your soul..

Then they'll walk away
And let you fall apart
Till you drown in your own tears
Or hang yourself to death..

People think it's a suicide
While they enjoy watching
Their handicraft of killing in silence..

Book review: Bewitching by Jill Barnett

Bewitching by Jill Barnett
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I read this book when I was in my historical romance era, in 2012-2013. I am reviewing it because it was one of those books that felt different. Which compelled me to buy a physical copy of this book. To re-read someday, to recreate the magic sometime.
Magic is the essence of this book. An innocent witch who is figuring out her magical powers along with this new life she has ventured into.
Alec has a hard time coming to terms with her powers but eventually overcomes it with love. Yes, maybe it was too 'love conquers all' and not at all practical. But somehow the essence of this book has remained with me through the years. Just like an innocent secret.


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#28 Camouflager

Gliding softly in his dissolved attire,

Settling at foot of her bed.

His bloodless heart wrenched,

Watching her cry herself to sleep.

Admitting her hurt to be his doing,

Yet couldn't make a move to soothe her down.

Trapped in his own can of worms,

Acting on a curse he can't lift.

His loving caresses inflicted wounds.

If only he knew, if only;

A sincere word, a meaningful glance,

Was all healing potion she needed.

It was her strength to ache so hard,

Whilst numbness clouded his senses.

Weeping, bleeding, feeling agonizing pain,

Were far from his emotional range.

Buzzing silence pronounced his presence.

Puzzling odor fused in still air.

His ghostly proximity evoked her senses.

He was back yet again.

Not sure to stab or cure,

Or to kill with his silence over again?

#27 Scarred soul

It's about the wounds inflicted on your soul

Of tearing eyes and heart that bled
A world of dreams that's woven around imaginary core
Comes crashing down in reality's curl

It's about eyes that opened after a centuries sleep
Of the moments spent in thoughts so deep
Of past deeds and flashes of regret
lessons are learnt hard and wet

Choices we make, make us or break us,
paths we choose,  refine us
goals we achieve,  define us

These scars are evidence of errors
Witness of tormented anguish
Companions of bitter healing
Memoirs of drawled  learning.