Copper Coated Highways

An accident

October 4th, 2026

An accident.
Flash fiction
By AJ O’Brien.

She was a total stranger to George,
but she lay in his arms.
The car hit her two minutes ago
as George walked home.
He rushed over and knelt beside her,
not knowing what to do.
“I’ve phoned an ambulance ” said a voice from the gathering crowd.
“There’s an ambulance on the way. Okay. Just hold on.” whispered George.
Her empty eyes looked up.
“What’s, what’s your name?”
“George. What’s yours?”
“Sally. I don’t. I don’t feel any pain.
Is that good, good or bad George?”
“I don’t know Sally. The ambulance will
be here real soon. Oh God. Please don’t die.”
Sally closed her eyes.
Blood began to trickle from her left ear.
“George? George? Where are you?”
“I’m here Sally. I’m here.”
“Tell me something nice George. Something happy.” Sally whispered, her eyes still closed.
“Oh. Okay. I know. It’s my birthday today.
I’m having a party on Saturday.”
“That’s. That’s nice. Happy birth…”
Sally coughed up blood. A lot of blood.
“Oh God. Please hang on Sally. The ambulance will be here any minute.” George began to cry.
“How. How old are you today, George?”
“I’m twelve Sally. Twelve.”
Sally squeezed George’s hand.
“One year older than me. You’re my Knight in shining …”
Sally died.
And so did a part of George

accident, Death, flash fiction, sad story
Stigmata

July 11th, 2026

Stigmata
By AJ O’Brien.

I walk beneath a shadow
upon this dark road.
My soul is not worthy
send me back
and stop this ancient bleeding.

Golgotha, I’m upon my knees
Forgive me
for I have sinned.
I bleed I am mortal
I Love you.

bleed, blood, christ, crucifixion, Dark poetry, love, Poems, Poetry, religion, soul, stigmata
Belongs dark this madness

May 5th, 2026

Belongs dark this madness
By AJ O’Brien.

Keep on swinging
she’s corrupted, insane.
Don’t stop now
break down the barriers,
until you kill her pain.

Fight your way on through
a soul lost you’re seeking.
Cleanse those wicked veins
and don’t listen to the words,
it’s only her killer speaking.

Lock the hunger down
barricade the door.
Let her plead
let her scream and beg,
she ain’t getting no more.

cold turkey, Dark poetry, Death, drug addiction, heroin, pain, Poems, Poetry, withdrawal
Broken

March 18th, 2026

Broken
By AJ O’Brien

I buried a dream
beneath an empty sky,
my dream is dead.
Lost forever,
and so am I.

I need you to find me
and guide me home.
I’m walking through loneliness,
where are you?
I don’t want to walk alone.

alone, darkness, dreams, emptiness, fear, loneliness, Poems, Poetry
Animal Heaven

November 30th, 2025

Animal Heaven
By AJ O’Brien.

Where dogs ride little green bikes
and take kittens for a ride,
and when the sun goes down
Lions and deer lay side by side.

Where every Friday foxes gather,
along with hamsters and chickens,
upon a cloud of silken white
and discuss the works of Charles Dickens.

Where bats have 20/20 vision
and giraffes never get sore throats,
Grizzly bears wear nose pegs
when dancing with smelly goats.

Where horses only ever trot
and snakes are never mean,
all frogs have a leg on each corner
and cows sing in fields of green.

Where all the ants are named Eric
and ducks wear little blue hats,
dolphins sunbathe on the beach
and penguins are super acrobats.

Where tigers drink red wine
and spiders weave webs of gold,
fish swim and are never caught
and polar bears never feel cold.

Animal Heaven is where
when their time has come,
all God’s creatures go
and do nothing, but have fun.

animals, children’s poetry, Funny, happy, heaven, poems for children, Poetry
Stand and fight. Pt 4

October 5th, 2025

Stand and fight
By AJ O’Brien.
Part Four

Molly holds a dagger
heavy and cold,
a gift from the monster
a knife of pure gold.
The dagger is poised
upon Molly’s breast
she needs only to push,
to find eternal rest.

Something awakens Polly
her eyes jump open,
Molly’s in trouble
an absolute fact unspoken.
She looks across
heart filled with dread
Oh my God,
and leaps from her bed.

Just in time
she grabs the knife
and pulls it away,
saving Molly’s young life.
And then the monster appears
he’s big and bad,
his yellow eyes aglow
the beast is really mad.

He bends down
reaches for Polly’s hair
lifts her up high,
such pain she cannot bare.
Molly screamed at Polly
The knife use the knife
Kill it Polly Kill it.
End it’s wicked life.

Polly hears her sister
and holding the weapon high,
she plunges the golden dagger
through the monster’s left eye.
The room grows cold
Polly falls to the floor,
the monster stands still
and releases a terrible roar.

He staggers forward
then falls to his knees,
Help me Help me
the dying monster pleads.
And then he ignites
from head to toe
a ball of angry flames,
death is painful and slow.

The flames die out
what’s left grows cold,
a pile of black ash
and a dagger of gold.
Beneath the rising sun
they bury the monster’s remains,
along with the golden knife
In a box locked with chains.

And from that day until this
to the girls delight,
the monster never returned.
And Molly’s hair? It’s still pure white.

The End

Dark poetry, monster, Poems, Poetry, scary poetry, sisters