Dance with the Devil’s Daughter

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Do you hear that?
(shrill giggles…..)
Shattered glass
crushed beneath foot
hidden face
no remembrance 
how 
where 
why 
dogged determination
try to recall
poisoned pen 
this will be your downfall.
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Whispered word
silted wind
crows
mutters
slight breath
barely heard
(coming for you)
look around
eyes wide
gloom
darkened room
shadows in the corner move.
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(he he he he)
Each step
heart beat
pause
listen
eyes darting
limbs trembling 
try to move
power is hers
oh dear
she is a little late in coming.
Blade
silver sliver
snakes between bars
liquid
reaching for…..
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(whispered lisp
doubting giggle)
Your soul
twisted 
depraved 
pain you inflicted 
torment 
blood ran in rivers
lapped at your toes
garish laughter
you did not care
pissed away
abused 
you thought 
no one knew.
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(she is here)
Bared teeth
rotted gore
slitted tongue
rolls 
upon your lips
thrust 
into your mouth
shriek
howl
battered fears
you left her to die
They promised her you as a prize.
Know this tiny man
(shaking with glee)
every time you beg…..
every time you cry…..
every time she brings you back to life…..
she derives so much pleasure.
Never should have fucked
with the daughter of the Devil.
 
©Sept. 12/20
Picture via Pinterest

And you’re the Adult?

The other day walking home from school Tember pulled a crab apple type looking apple from a tree. 
He looked at me and asked if he could eat it.
Aghast I said no.
He wanted to know why not?
 
Me: Tember do you pick things up off the ground and eat them?
Tember: Yep
Me: What? (Head swivels to stare at him)
Tember: I pick up poop. And oh once it was a dead rat. That one was pretty tasty.
Me: Okay I am going to admit that was a stupid question.
 
©Sept. 12/20
Picture is mine
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