Panic Attack

I cannot think I cannot eat I cannot sleep I cannot breathe

I cannot breathe

What if they don’t accept me what is my backup plan what is my next backup plan what is my third backup plan

What if they won’t convert me how will I leave how will I pay how will I leave

What if he fights me how will I leave how will I pay I will never breathe

What if he loves me no more how will I live how will I breathe will I ever breathe

How can I breathe

I’m one in seven billion

How can I breathe

One in seven billion

Do I dare breathe

Do I dare be

Do I dare

So dumb so irrelevant so useless so small why is every thing so big why is every thing bigger than me am I smaller than everything

yet here i am

I am.

i am

I am not breathing but I am

I am.

I Haz A Sad

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I am working on a novel that is a splinter, a spin-off, from a previous series. Minor characters from the series are the major players in this work.

I fucked up.

I mentioned in the series, how these people met. It’s kinda integral to part of that story. However, when I started work on this novel, I magically forgot how they met, and I had them meet in a better, more adorable way.

PLOTHOLE.

Shit shit shit. I annoy myself no end. Gahhhhhh.

Rising Tide

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Come to me on the rising tide

Mother Moon, lead the way

Silver foam pointing home

A fortnight, as you say

 

Come to me on the rising tide

Father Sun, pull the strings

Crashing waves in my ears

Warm touch upon my skin

 

Come to me on the rising tide

A scene in my mind’s eye

Westward flight

Over night

They spoke to me in kind

 

Old child, within the rising tide

Is this the love you seek?

Look to the waves, into the dark

Is this your true peace?

 

The Moon spoke through the rising tide

Whispers in the foam

Follow the dunes, follow your heart

Time to forge a home of your own.

 

The Sun spoke over the rising tide

Caressed her arms with warmth

Live life now with a new child’s eyes

Write through the pain you’ve borne.

 

Whitecaps crashed on the rising tide

A fortnight passed in her mind

A vision of paper and pen in the night

Her heart poured forth all its time.

 

As any hope comes on the rising tide

As any peace rings in an ear

Few years remained for living her life

And fewer left living in fear.

 

She gazed across the rising tide

Ocean mist dusted her ears,

Her ankles, her legs, up to her hips

The rising tide swallowed her tears.

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper

Dead Leaves Teaser #6!

*Heavy breathing* ohmigawd omigawd omigawd this is happening

One more day, my little eewoks!

Nomnomnom on this, will ya?

MAN WITH A MICROPHONE

A CEO, a television pastor, and a political pundit walked into a bar. They ordered six bottles of champagne for themselves and several pitchers of beer for their entourage. As the security detail and secret service agents got tanked, the three bosses left their stools for a secluded booth in the back.

At the front door, a huge post-World Wrestling Federation champion–turned–bouncer let beautiful people past a velvet rope for the cover charge of a mere $200 cash. A famous deejay spun famous hip-hop songs probably. Dealers worked the crowd, and prostitutes worked the dealers. The room pulsed…

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper

Dead Leaves Teaser #5!

EEEEE! We’re almost there! I am SO EXCITED! You can pre-order here and you will have this lil collection at your service at midnight Tuesday!

For the moment, sip on this tart mimosa…

I COME HOME

“I didn’t feel so bad till the sun went down,” she lamented. Her key dug into the lock of the driver’s door, then into the ignition. A roar. The crunch of dead leaves. A spray of dirt. An old Chevy Nova thumped its way back up to the main road and over the bridge. The early chill dusk closed in around the speeding car as it flew down a two-lane road.

“I still don’t feel all that bad,” she muttered. Janis yelled on the radio, wondered where her color tv was. Brown leaves fluttered across the road. A possum hadn’t quite made it across the tar river. She drove and drove and drove up and down the narrow ribbon. Darkness fell.

Gravel crunched. The Nova rolled and rolled down a long, sloping unpaved drive. Unseen from the night road, it slithered through a thick band of woods before unfurling onto an abandoned pasture. A smile curled her lips as twinkling lights reflected in her black horn-rimmed glasses. A silver Airstream trailer rocked and shook the strings of lights hanging from it end to end. She cut the headlights and coasted to a stop.

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper