Poetry – Sell Your Soul?

Everywhere I go
I hear warnings
about the dangers
of selling your soul,
but here I am
pouring mine out
day after day
and I can't even
GIVE it away!

Poetry – Astaroth

Astaroth
Astaroth:
guidance counselor
to the fallen –
because, hey,
even demons
get discouraged.

(Note: Lately I have been reading a book about fallen angels and their mythology. I had to write something about it when I came across the information that the demon Astaroth supposedly fulfilled the role of “guidance counselor” to the other demons in hell lol.)

Poetry – When I Was Hit By a Truck

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Not many 10-year-olds
could be hit
by a speeding
delivery truck
while crossing the street
and live
to tell the tale…
but I always was
a weird statistic.

The truck ran
me over
with the ease
of a speed bump.
I even had the
tire tracks
and imbedded gravel
across my stomach
to prove it.

When I woke up
in the ER
I screamed out the names
of all the people
I was going to sue…
until my mother
bought my silence by
bribing me
with the promise
of a brand new
Barbie doll.

(Poetry by Maranda Russell, marandarussell.com)