She’s a Bitch

Snide lips
twisted
rasping laughter
roaring
cowering beneath the onslaught
feeling cold fingers
plunge
into anguished brain
voices
so many
pushing
yelling
telling
poking
breaking
heart roaring
faster
death is coming
eyes squeezed shut
hands over ears
cower in fetal position
no way to hide
no way to run
she will always find you
she will always come
she will snark
she will snort
she will find a way in
never to leave
no matter how you beg
she has come
for the duration
she is a Bitch
with a capital B
one everyone wishes
they could rid themselves of.
©August 18/20
Picture is my own

Death’s Desire

The masks I wear
Beneath a face
None see
None realize
Is yet another masque
Fear
Ruler of this domain
Laughter maniacal
Sending chills
Down my back
Birthing
Insanity
Clutching at the bars
The door lockless
Handleless
No escape
Only hell beneath my feet
It is not easy
Day after day
To play this person I am not
Assuring all
Never again will I fall
Never again will I fail
Yet knowing
There is no net beneath my feet
No current upon which to rise
Blood let
Seeps red crimson
Pain is gone
For me at least
Yours is just beginning.

I am sorry

©Feb. 19/20
Picture is my own