Mortal Woods

In the forest, there are things waiting
for the moment when they can pounce.
Concealed, they tear pieces of you apart.

In the forest, the pieces of you that
they’ve nabbed are consumed in a blink.
Your taste keeps them coming back for more.

In the forest, they come back for more
determined to finish every piece of you.
Sucked out bones and teeth are all that remain.

© Esther Moreira


for #MayBookPrompts

The Collector

Behind the teak door carved with a relief of an open book, there was a room where the souls that Libretto had snared were kept. Each soul was held inside a box made of copper from Bingham Canyon and the front was inlaid with a miniature cameo of its rightful owner in black sapphire. The boxes rested on shelves made of black marble with veins of gold and silver running through them. Down the middle of the room, there were waist high islands of the same color marble with three bowls per island. The bowls were graduated in size from small to large and were made of smooth crystal with gold edging. All souls differed in size depending on the age of the person when they had been taken. A copper canister next to the bowls was filled with flakes of crushed carbon mixed with alexandrite and it’s serving spoon hanged from its curved handle. To see the souls in their entirety, Libretto always placed them in the correct bowl and added one spoonful of the carbon alexandrite mixture. He then swirled the bowl seven times clockwise and four times counter-clockwise. When swirled correctly a cloud formed above the bowl and everything inside played out like a video recording. When the last moment had played, the cloud then exploded into raindrops that fell back into the bowl. He poured the water that glistened red, blue, purple and green like an oil slick back into the copper box and it always transformed into a dense mist. Depending on the innocence of the soul at its capture, the mist could be as white as freshly fallen snow or as dark tarnished gold. The newest addition to the shelves was pure white. It had belonged to a sweet baby girl with fat ginger curls, dimples, blue-green eyes, freckles across the bridge of her nose, skin the color of cream laced coffee and a very sunny disposition. Libretto had been collecting an elderly man’s soul in the house next door, when he’d spied her through a large bay window and her smile had entranced him. He couldn’t leave without her so he slipped in and offered her a teddy bear made of lace and bubbles. By accepting his gift, she gave away her soul and he quickly took it before anyone could interrupt. Back in his room of souls, he poured the mist into the small bowl and swirled it so he could see her again. Her smile was the first thing that struck him and as he stared, his mouth formed a name, Tomia.
© Esther Moreira


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A Few Things I Need

Devour – my favorite foods like, 

bacon cheeseburgers and shrimp fried rice, 

almond milk lattes and pb&j cookies, 

avocados and plantains with cheese.

Implore – my friends to hang out with me and go dancing,

my coworkers to not be so needy or two faced, 

my dates to like me and want to see me again.

Adore – my family and all their quirks,

my sister from another mother,

the music that makes me feel,

the city that gave me the strength to be myself with my big thighs, belly and grace.

© Esther Moreira

For #MayBookPrompts – May 12

Living Anew

On his deathbed,

Nicholas Eric Covert the Third

Sees a life not lived,

Rigid and confined to a path

Not of his choosing.

Every choice decided

By what is best,

For the family legacy,

For the empire built,

For the future of his people,

But never for him.

In this life precious 

Little is about the man.

On each slow exhale 

Nicholas Eric Covert the Third,

Dreams of living his life anew,

For himself.

© Esther Moreira

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White Noise

Sound comes into my ear and swirls into my chest down my spine exploding across my back and even though I try to block it I’m not able the gunshot
is loud so are the sirens there’s so much blood and it’s not bright red like in the movies I don’t know him I’m relieved and horrified he’s someone’s son, brother, father but he’s not one of mine the sound of something popping like the bubbles

of champagne or ginger ale won’t leave me it’s not my fault I tried to save him I tried to be what he wanted I don’t understand why he didn’t choose me I gave him

EVERYTHING and still he left me he left dammit how could he just walk away how the face looking back at me is not the face he fell in love with this new face is gray and gaunt and so sad who is she and why is she in my house

© Esther Moreira


for #MayBookPrompts – May 7

Liberty’s Hue

What shade is freedom?
Is it universal, fitting all?
Or is it only a specific hue.

Does it change with the times,
Mutate into an unexpected color?
Or is it the same through the ages.

Can you buy it and wear it
Like a second skin?
Or is it only available at birth.

© Esther Moreira


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The Rides

Looking at the carnival rides 

bathed in a darkness that

light cannot shatter I am

aware of the fear that hides

beneath my breastbone.


Looking at the carnival rides 

with their rigid animal seats

in unnatural positions I see

the paths I have lost

because of my cowardice.


Looking at the carnival rides 

worn down and in need of repair

with no end in sight I realize

that to keep the flicker of hope alive I will 

need love and faith and joy.


© Esther Moreira

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Todd – Part Four

He tasted like coffee and the mint they’d been given with the check. As he deepened the kiss, Lila grabbed his shirt to ground herself. He flattened his hand on her nape and let them up for air but continued to scatter soft kisses on her face. She was completely lost and sank into him trying to get closer. Todd nipped her throat when she slipped her hand under his shirt looking for skin. The loud continuous blare of a siren made Lila jerk away as she became conscious of the lack of privacy. She looked at him feeling unsure but Todd just leaned forward and nuzzled her throat as he threaded their fingers together. A shiver raced down her back and in response he sucked the skin just below her ear lobe. Lila arched into him as pleasure bit into her and pooled in her breasts and between her legs.
“You’re lucky we’re in a cab because your response is killing me, honey.”
“Todd, I..”
“Shh just let me hold you.” he murmured as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. She looked at his jaw and pressed a small kiss to it liking the feel of his beard on her lips. The rest of the ride was quick and as they got out of the cab, she missed touching him. Todd took her hand though once they started walking in and didn’t let go. For the rest of the afternoon they got in cars and trucks, took silly pictures, Snapchat videos and through it all he held her hand. By the time they were walking out, the sun was setting and the wind had created a chill. Todd pulled Lila into his side and wrapped his arm around her. At the light she looked at him and once again was blown away by how attractive he was. Impulsively she planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and then lifted her face up and kissed her. This kiss was deep and hungry. She felt it everywhere as she leaned into him. He stroked her tongue and slanted his head to reach more of her mouth which had her wondering what being in bed with all that focus would feel like. She heard a moan and a whimper and wasn’t sure where the sounds had come from. His hand cupped her ass pulling her even closer to his rock hard hips. A loud wolf whistle suddenly broke through the sensual haze and she jerked her head back. Todd’s eyes glittered with lust and his mouth was kiss swollen. They were both breathing heavily and when she tried to step back, he tightened his arm.
“I need a momentary shield, hun.”
“Shield? Why, I..”
“I’m too happy in my pants, so I just need a moment to think of sad puppies and algebra.”
“Is it working? Should we recite formulas?”
He laughed and hugged her. “Just another minute and I won’t be arrested for indecency.”
They stood with their arms linked for a few more minutes and then he took her hand and laced their fingers together.
“Are you hungry, Lila? Do you want to grab dinner? I know of really great Dominican place not too far from your place?”
“I could definitely eat and I love Dominican tres leches.”
“Perfect. Let’s grab the A train.”
She smiled at him and wondered how their night would end.

© Esther Moreira

Want to start at the beginning? Read Part One, Part Two and Part Three