14Sep 2019 Kleio B

The Divine Key

The silence was eerie. The darkness was sinister. After his great feat, he had expected joyous celebrations, pompous gifts and that elusive key, his mentor had promised him. He was sure he would get the award of all awards. His mind reassured him that the silence and the darkness were... Read More
17Apr 2018 Kleio B

Are they men?

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Happy. Hopeful. Playing hopscotch. Giggles galore. Broken. Bleeding. Shamed. Bruised, black n blue. A wail silenced. A breath snuffed. A hope killed. Humanity disgraced. Red spilled on the horizon, Shame... Read More
editors note:

No better words than this poet’s own: The recent rape cases in India have disturbed me. For all the little children around the world and grown ups who have gone through the ordeal, or of any kind of abuse. This message is for the aggressors to do a rethink. – mh clay

17Feb 2018 Kleio B

The Boy by the Window

The boy by the window looked out and wondered what was special about the day. It was same as yesterday, identical to any other day. He was prohibited to look out of the window. He thought of how and why such restrictions were imposed on him. In his heart, he... Read More
10Sep 2017 Kleio B

Bloody Rock

The sun was blazing green hues, the earth was sprouting blood like dust. The wind was icy and heavy- almost suffocating. Sunburnt twisted limbs dug. They fissured the serum of earth with violence and tickled the tarnished soil with their sickles and spades. Each brutal sweat evaporated into miasma. The... Read More
6Feb 2017 Kleio B

The Fever

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Dreading the dead, The cacaphonic wail; That sinister moon, The shivering child, Ran up the stairs; Covering his head, In Momma’s hair; Ignoring that stench, That soaked- Momma’s bed. Cold... Read More
editors note:

Life as a near-death experience. (Her short stories have already splashed in the Swirl, but now we are pleased to welcome Kleio B into our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her poetry madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

21Jun 2016 Kleio B

Knife Skills

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Callously - She stared at the quarry, Methodically - She sharpened the knife. Deftly: She ripped off the skin, Chop: Chopped dismembered, After all a stew tastes best; With onions... Read More
editors note:

A justified killing; no tears for the dead. – mh clay

18Sep 2015 Kleio B

Internet Scam

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Slowly the poison spread, Surreptitiously it smiled, You tried to resist- Alas you were entwined! While they talked about love, They only sold false hope, Caught in that trap, Your... Read More
editors note:

Soon… Yes! Right away… we will… First… one… more…. twitch o’ the thumb… (Kleio has moved us with her madness in Short Stories. Nice to see her poetry here.) – mh clay

27Jan 2015 Kleio B

The Weary Enforcer

Her hands hurt. With great effort she whipped them. Born in the family of enforcers, she was destined to live cruelly and punish offenders. The queue of little labours persevered with their burdens, sometimes their backs broke with the weight. She would strike the poor creatures until they shrieked in... Read More