Haunted Darkness

Dark
twisted hallways
buried deep
seen only
when half asleep
memories
of horror
rage
pain
begin to stir
begin to stretch
grave worms clawing to the surface.
Walk in a fugue
diseased mind
any out
any way
running
never sure why
from what
only searching
seeking
escape
haunted nightmares.
Grievous pain
knife wounds
stabbed tip
over
over
over
digging hole
to feel
if only for a while.
Bruised eyes
sleep
in death
in life
monsters wait
demons
vampires
no retreat.
This is life
abused
mistrusted
alone
no friends are near
endless screams
pummel
broken skin
anything to stop feeling
anything to eradicate……
haunted memories.
©Feb. 11/20
Picture is my own

Baseborn Blasphemy

Hidden parentage.
Sadistic desires.
Swaddled child
left
brought before the nuns
squalling bastard
evil incarnate
none would believe
such a delicate thing
capable of death like she.
Vicious capers
flagrant disregard
sins of the father
raped upon the mother
quiet cackles
rock in the corner
sucking thumb
eyes glitter with malevolence.
Such glee
such malice
such joy…..
fear
tasted upon the air
tongue flicking
licking
tasting
salt laced terror
lip curls in disdain.
Sniff
snuffle
copper tang
lust rises
born on the air
howling
not in fear
in orgasmic delight…..
child of the night
daughter of the wicked
assassin of good
destroyer…..  
lick the blade
hooded eyes
a new target
sought
found
set upon…..
alive.
©Feb. 10/20
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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
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I am not a Monster

Malicious laughter
grating in ear
hair gripped tight
hands grabbing
holding
pulling free
tearing clothing off
taking what does not belong
nor freely given.
Heavy breath
face pressed to concrete
tears
unshed
glitter on lashes
bite marks
guttural moan
you are done with me.
Little white boy
daddy’s paid
cronies bought
rape
turned into…..
between two drunken teens.
Liar
liar
pants on fire
you heard me say no…..
you heard me say no motherfucker 
two more times.
Innocent you are
judged so
by misogynistic men
with black skeletons
dastardly sins
locked in their own closets.
You begged.
You pleaded.
You screamed no.
Over…..
and over…..
and over.
Imploring with me
mouthing false apologies
thinking to sway
my soft feminine heart.
Walked away
heard the piteous moan
so unlike the one
you made
taking from me
safety
peace of mind.
I am not a monster.
Called an ambulance I did
vigilante justice
you will never
ever
hurt another woman again.
©Feb. 8/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #85-Untitled Poem

***This poem is bleak and harsh. I am sorry but for some reason this is what kept coming to me when I thought of kidnap.****
So pretty
blonde curls
blue 
ocean deep blue
eyes
crinkling smile
she is so cute.
So handsome
hair cut short
dimpled lisp
he makes the short list.
Each one
bought
paid for with sin
eyes become vacant
smiles lost
mini adults they become.
Drugs
relief sought
dim the lights
erase the feelings
stare up at the ceiling.
In part
this is the joy
this is the reality
scare the child
as once a child was scared.
Where?
How?
Our children
kidnapped 
taken 
please bring them back.
Years
unanswered questions
parents
never giving up
hoping
believing
that one day
their child will come home.
In unmarked grave
forgotten
bones turned to dust
a madman’s game
evil’s true glint
from this
there is no return.
©Feb. 7/19
Picture is my own

Angel in Disguise

Icy cold
wind sheers
layers of clothes
paper sandwiched between
looking for warmth
a spot of safety to sleep
while the world blindly walks by.
Looking for food
searching the dumpsters
garbage cans
fighting with rats for leftovers
to make a daily meal.
Half eaten entrees
thrown out
disposable income
no need to take home
there is always food to be found
only have to open the fridge.
She saw him huddled
seeking warmth
turned her eyes away
walking briskly in the other direction.
She looks back
seeing him trudge along
wind battering
voice biting her soul.
‘Excuse me? 
May I buy you breakfast?’
He
startled looks up
sees the woman
wonders if she is a foreigner 
or an angel
come to deliver him.
Breakfast
a card for later meals
and she departs.
A smile over her
shoulder
as he sits
watching
wondering
if he would ever see his angel again.
©Feb. 6/20
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Flip the Finger at the World

Tap dance along
fingers snapping
snigger in the air
lips twisted
sardonic grin
knowing
planning
rape
pillage
tear the world apart.
Crocodile tears
sniffle in the handkerchief
promise those lies all over again
swear the wrong done
will never be done again
while yet
you still drum the purse strings
robbing from the people
you are to protect.
Seeking to be approved
surround yourself with boot lickers
whispers in your ear
‘so great
so wonderful
God’s answer to our prayers.’
The frequency with which deceit
fraudulent views
tripping with ease
smirking lips
abound
make so many wonder
what world you live in
where your reality differs so
from everyone else.
They always say…..
The greatest trick
the Devil did play
was to convince the world
he did not exist.
yet he tap dances in front of us
horns uncovered
while all else pretend not to see.
©Feb. 5/20
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