Lady Death

Bang bang

you’re dead

don’t make me

put this gun to your head.

Don’t make me count the bullets

don’t make me come at all

silly bitch

stupid man

did you think I would forget?

Dancing a dance

measured in wicked lies

afraid to ask me

jump to conclusions

never mind.

Better be careful

I stalk the alleys

moving among the shadows

you are my prey

I, the deadly hunter.

Grim Reaper

Lady of Death

I run by many names.

Never.

You shall never know

how the gore flows

lust that I feel

to take your neck

between my jaws

violent spray of arterial blood

do not watch me gnaw.

I am horror

I am fear

I am the bitch come riding

best fall to your knees.

Oct. 15/18

Photo by David Taffet on Unsplash

Undone

HIgh upon the mountain top

in a pasture so green

was born a child

who would go on to destroy

life

reality

land

all because he could.

Brought up under blue skies

giant trees

sparkling water ways

he was a happy child

until there came a turn.

Mother shot down

child stolen away

no one came looking

so they began to play.

Doctrines

tenets

histories all

served to teach him

what had happened

what was happening

what he would be able to do.

Came the day

he was raised so high

his head began to swell

his conceit

his sureness

his cruelty

uncurtained before the city.

He strutted

preened

smiled at all the ladies there

until that stupid bitch stood up

‘He has nothing there.’

She pointed at his empty head

his heart

his soul

and finally

his pants.

Though sentenced to death

for daring to deny

she still won

using words to prick

a small man

making him come undone.

Oct. 15/18

Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash