Deadly Beauty

Wild eyed
fanged teeth glisten
saliva slicked lips
pulled back in a grimace
sucking
putrid black
evil from your soul.
No redemption from me.
Coppered curls
move in the dark
sibilant whisper
turn your head
this way
that way
you will not find
you will not see
the company we keep
until it is too late.
No pity from me.
Baby
how long?
How long did you think
before someone
somewhere caught on
forcing you out of here?
Did you think that it was going to be me?
Saw me watching
smiled at you
hooded eyes
lusty with desire.
Come big boy let’s play.
No mercy from me.
Cloaked shadows
scorn upon my lips
words rip
shred
did you expect me to cheer?
Hip Hip Hurray.
Ease into the corner
life gone
malignancy abated
babes resettle to curls
fangs sheathed
delicate lick of the fingers
such a delicious treat…..
Who said all gorgons are evil?
©Jan. 17/20
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Candied Seduction

Fingers dip
trail through
stilled waters
eyes luminescent
passion
bodies writhing
beneath the sheets.
Warm
hot breath
blow across naked skin
arching back
tongue
flick
lick
squirm with delight
sensations heady.
Began so easily
hands held
finger brush against the palm
liquid desire
legs shake
with barely an incentive.
Words
intoxicating
ignite the fire
first kiss of the evening
gentle brush of lips
on forehead
safety first.
that is what you are
mere sight
enough to knock me to my knees
lover please
sate me
over and over
until I am no more.
©Jan. 16/20
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Olly Olly Oxen Free

Corner
sitting
staring out the window
leaden sky
pregnant with cold
as is my soul
my heart
now that you are not home.
Spread your wings
little bird
soar free
whispered in my ear
a means to sending me away.
Pouting
glinted ire
ragged tears
hitched rage
pain
aching
never felt this way…..
Hollowed out
messed up in the head.
You complete me!
I screamed
Don’t you dare walk away!
You did
dare that is
anger did flare
stabbed you
again and again
until there was no heartbeat
no more conflict.
Sat in the corner
painted crimson red
now you are dead…..
I have fled…..
come out
come out
where ever you are…..
©Jan. 15/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #82-Untitled Poem

Undulating
sinuous writhing
move around
without touching his body.
Feel the heat rise
sense the lust
grim smile upon my lips
if only he knew
if only he listened
he would not be here.
They come
all shapes
all sizes
stories different
yet always the same.
Abuse
theft
life of poverty
life of pain
life lived
over and over again.
So easy to lure
to find evidence.
Given a warning
anonymous
go away
change the behaviour
or you will die.
Laughed off as a joke
shrugged off as a prank
none of them listened
I will be frank…..
I live for those moments
when blood first wells
tang of copper in the air
smile upon my lips
flip of the wrist…..
flit around
gazelle like
stab in
slash out
criss cross
drop dead
how I feed my hatred.
©Jan. 14/20
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Teared Truth

Truth finally seen
staring me in the face
the eyes
bald face lies
I told myself.
I mean so little
you cannot even say hello
yet sit here I do
waiting on you…..
Tears
slither
silent drops
aching
brutal gnawing
black hole deep within.
No I am not perfect
no I am not the best
I am not even a catch
(chuckle chuckle)
what I am is real
what I am is truth
what I am…..
a lost chance
a misplaced dream
an unspoken wish
spooling away
leaving you a lonely future
while I dance with many.
It does boggle
my mind that is
to cast away one such as I
I ask for nothing
asked for nothing
nothing at all…..
nothing is what I got
except tear falls.
©Jan. 13/20
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Good Bye Baby

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Screaming. In my head. My voice.
How the fuck could I have done this? I have no recollection. Suddenly people were screaming at me to stop and the baby was missing…..I only had a couple oh my god what have I done?
They are going to take her from me. I know it. I did not mean to do it. I put down the car seat put the beer on the backseat heard something turned away and……oh my god how could I have forgotten that I  had put her down on the pavement. Tears fill my eyes. How am I going to live with myself? I nearly please let it only be nearly killed my beautiful baby girl. Fuck……
They think that I don’t see I don’t hear them whispering. Cunt mother drunk drugged up forgot her baby girl was in the car seat behind her vehicle. Thank goodness the stupid bitch was so hammered she didn’t hurt the baby at all. Voices ripping into me. Eyes slashing daggers pull into myself there will never be enough rage throughout the world scourging me as I scourge myself. Rub raw bleeding wounds oh god I cannot believe that I have done this.
Don’t take her from me please. Wrists now bound. Screams baby wanting her mother I try so hard to be good but it is not easy. They all know I am going to fail they tell me so. Maybe it is better this way……
Time to say good bye. Heart breaking watch parents carry her away at least family will have her I will not be a total stranger papers in front of me signed. Lean head back tears slip slowly from lidded eyes pain so intense I feel nothing.
Late last evening the body of 29 year old Laverna Moore was found in the back of Shamrock’s Bar. Police have given a preliminary cause of death as accidental overdose. Most of our viewers will remember Laverna from last month when she nearly drove over her daughter while high……In other news……
Jan. 12/20
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Wrong One

Glittering in darkness
feral eyes
following every move
caressing every curve
waiting until he can claim her.
Make her
mark her
as his own.
Means to an end
gyrate to music
same moves every day
choreographed
bend
shake
grind
dollars in the g-string.
Drool
lips slick
playing
jiggling
under the table
fierce grin
sensations roar
sight narrowed to one girl
the chosen one.
Made him
he could be trouble
stalker trouble
do not make eye contact
same smile for all.
Night’s end
girls leaving
groups of two
three
none dumb enough to walk alone.
Cars in darkness
lit by street lights
shadowed spaces never really seen
check the backseat
before opening door.
Wait……
had it not been locked?
Senses alert
slip into seat
hackles raised
flick of wrist
blade extends.
Quick breath in
lust surges
leap up
reach for swan like neck
pristine
for now….
scream
reflex
training takes over.
Blood covered
feral eyes glitter in the night
wait for the police…..
he picked the wrong woman to fuck with.
©Jan. 12/20
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