Countdown……37 Hours to Go

I am like a little kid.
Christmas.
Oh yeah……I cannot wait to wake Tember up and watch him open gifts.
I love seeing him surprised.
It makes me happier to give than to receive.
And I mean that.
My wants and needs are simple:
Child happy.
Ex and I on good terms.
Writing spooling out of me.
Work going well.
Until it comes to that time……holidays.
If you have been with me for awhile you know what holidays mean to me.
If you haven’t well I will explain as best I can.
It took me a long time.
A very long time…..
but I finally came to realize this…..I will be damned if I am going to work my butt off to get paid to stay at home and do more work.
No way.
Uh huh.
My vacation time is just that……vacation from life.
From the day to day normality.
It is time to say….I am going to write and read. I am going to nap in the afternoon. I am going to stay up until 1 a.m. watching t.v. In bed. If I want to stay in bed until noon I can do that.
Why?
Because I have earned it.
I deserve to do what I want to do…..not what is expected.
Tember knows that I am on holidays but he is beginning to want to spend what time he gets with dad with dad. I mentioned what day I was off this week and how he was still going to dad’s and he was all ‘mom I would not even want to stay home with you….It is dad’s week.’
So all guilt gone out the window.
My time off is to rejuvenate.
To spend time on me and the things that I enjoy doing.
Temps are suppose to warm up.
I have several new books downloaded to my Kindle.
I am counting down…..
counting the hours……
until for 10 days I can shut off work/responsible Jay and be Jay doing what she wants to do…..when she wants to do it……because she is on holidays!!!!!!
I apologize for talking about myself in the 3rd person but it works. 🙂
Picture is my own.

Death’s Slaughter

We are going to have a party
although
I am not so sure
that you will enjoy
as much as I do.
This party
it’s more for me than you.
Streamers
pale pink
streaked crimson
do not look too close
I cannot have you running
that would be no fun.
Truth be told
I caught you once
I do not feel like doing it again.
I will tie you here.
Shackled to the chair
wrists
ankles
oh look
they even gave me one for your head.
Does that hurt?
Tiny pin pricks
watching blood well
eyes drawn tight
mouth shut
teeth gritted
I dig the tip in deeper.
Wanting to see you flinch.
Wanting to see pain.
Wanting to see terror
flit across your face.
Acid etched crosses on your chest
giggles erupt
I sit on the floor
cross legged.
Watching you struggle.
Watching you try to escape.
Curses flow
screams of desperation
as I wait.
Are you done yet?
Do I need to explain?
I won’t.
You know what you did
you and your kind.
I begin the countdown…..
ten…..
nine…..
eight…..
seven…..
six…….
plunge the syringe in
twisting to cause pain
send through
the coursing drug.
This one
it will kill you.
Cat playing with a mouse
bored once it is dead.
Strip off the gloves
one last glance around
this party is finished.
Light the match.
Walk away.
Death’s harbringer
slaughter is on its way.
©July 25/19
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