Macabre Melody

Deep beneath
chained to walls
bleeding black
with wet blood
back slashed
wicked whip
screaming with pain.
Leather tipped
scoring
lash upon lash
death cannot come soon enough
he knows
how to make them endure
keep them alive
as he plays his sick games.
Girls
women
he cares not who he takes
no rhyme
no reason
behind this carnal bliss
he finds
with each pain filled cry.
he croons
stroking hair
tongue lathing blood
drinking
his ugly need.
When this live doll is dead
bones will be bleached
strung together
hung from trees
clickity clack…..
clackity click…..
falls asleep
to dream
to drool
over the bones of his victims
perfect musical art.
©Feb. 9/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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