Melancholy & Missing Lighters

 Hullo and Happy Halloween ~ :3 I've been waiting for this day all year, but now that it's here, I'm have a particularly low day. So, I don't think I'll be up for celebrating. I have, however, prepared a short story for the occasion.  Have a lovely holiday~ Before his phone had lost connection, Sonny noted that he was west of Pecos, Texas. Now, two hours later, his train sits still and silent in the empty desert with nothing but sage bushes for company as cacti encrusted rock formations stare him down.  He warily eyeballs his half emptied jug of water, before settling onto his bedroll over the warm steel of the grain car he's holed up on.  The day steadily grows hotter as his water runs low, and ten in the morning quickly turns into four in the afternoon. The sun, lower in the sky and now glaring in his eyes, only worsens the pounding in Sonny's head. The lump in his throat doesn't subside as he packs away his sleeping bag and bedroll. With his pack stra...

  Feeds on your beating heart, The beast howls as you fall To decaying earth.  

  Stolen homes, buried Tales, browning fields, colouring Trees-- lost spirits rise

  (Source) Allow me to preface this by stating that I, in no way shape or form, disagree with profiting off of your abilities. This statement is also applicable to knowingly fake fortune tellers. False psychics may not possess the ability to see the future, they do, however, possess people skills. The adept ones have a keen understanding of human psychology, as well as employing subtle tactics in order to get answers out of a person. False fortune tellers are most certainly selling their skills, and it's typically for entertainment purposes anyhow; they're entertainers. Albeit, their intentions are not to aid their clients with metaphysical advice to do good by them. But the individual working at Subway isn't working there with the intention of nourishing every customer's body with good and healthy food (despite its advertising). They're working there to get paid. I also hold very little disdain towards the individual slinging cut cocaine at frat parties. Those c...

  When my mask breaks, the Trees whisper for my return– Trading skin for bark.

My dreams are opaque– Misty mornings dressed in grey– They beckon me forth. ((October is finally upon us and Halloween is fast approaching. To celebrate, I'll be posting a haiku every Tuesday up until Tuesday the 31st, on which I will post a short story instead of a poem.)) 

  There's a lil author sidebar in this and it was literally filler because I couldn't think of anything else. Which is wild, considering I only need to fill 7 small pages. But I did it, I made a second issue of the zine, and it was honestly a lot more fun to make than the first one. Happy October~ There'll be a haiku on Tuesday for a Halloween Haiku thing I'm doing this month :> Anyhow, here's the PDF link for the zine: MAMLzine02