Word of the Day Challenge #60-Untitled Poem

Blackened eyes
fattened lip
sit in the corner
watch
he will drink his bliss.
Blinded with shattered tears
dreams
long dead turned to ashes
unseeing
a dark world
captured in sullen silence.
What had she done?
It never seemed to end
the list of evil ills
deeds
imagined or real
the sadness
grey mists
a fog she lives in
better than seeing the pity
wrapped on the faces
of all those around.
Rage
black
violent
worms its way through her soul
tattered morality
death is coming
it only matters who he will court first.
Brutality.
A way of life.
Fear.
Day to day.
Slow rising tide
anguish
his time has come to pay.
She stands over
blood
drip drip drip
hits the floor
plop plop plop
sinister grin
she had finally fought
and won
tears slide down her cheeks.
mutterings of a mad hatter
I will show him emotional…..
slice away scars of time
slide to floor 
next to tormentor
lover
husband
beautiful boy that he had been.
Ribbons of blood
twined together
happiness found in death
eluded them in life
a series of misreads.
©September 14/19
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My Titan

Shadows
creep
crawl
infest the corners
dancing under the sheets
pulling on my toes
nibbling on my finger tips.
Monster under the bed
hear him roar
distant rumble
build up of thunder
rolling across the midnight sky
roiling clouds
covered by darkness
he lurks
he hunts
he will come for you.
Creep creep
hear the floor creak
under the covers
tears stuttered
hand over mouth
please
oh please
go by my room.
I hear the snick of the door knob turn
fear
gathers
acid burning my throat
unable to scream
unable to run
I close my eyes
willing myself away from here.
Shush.
Fingers in my hair.
Shush.
My body tightens with fear.
Shush.
Tears gather
mouth opened in silent howl
someone
anyone
help me.
Shush.
Nearly disappeared.
Hidden
kept safe
ignorance
in this case is bliss.
Not a detriment.
Sudden silence
rending
devouring
slice his soul
suck it from his body
consume the ill death that he was
as I peek up.
You save me.
My Monster.
My Friend.
My Fiend.
No fear.
No fear.
Always with me.
©Sept. 9/19
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No Father of Mine

It is hard.
For those who do not understand
Father’s day
is not always fun and games
there are those who do not want
do not need
to have fathers shoved in their face.
There was no caring father
not a one in my life
he was duplicitous
alcohol his drug of choice.
Abusive
liar
set me on a path of destruction
killing myself
my heart
my truth
me.
Time came
retribution was mine to take
draw you in
tempt you with your choice
I am waiting behind the door
you will pay
for the pain I finally accept.
Daddy dear
I loved you once.
Daddy dear…..
I hate you
poison you
stab you
excise you from my memories.
Were you not dead
daddy dear
I would be sitting in jail
murder on the plate
thankful
the demons got to spend.
©June 16/19
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Call My Name

Stepping through the mirror
hourglass dripping sand
I know not
where I am
where I need to be
I only know they call me crazy.
Sweet secrets
Independent
A wee bit loony
Well……
Mayhap a bit more
than wee
Some might call it
insanity.
Hear voices
chuckles I do
wrapping me
a web
woven
securing
keeping me
entrapped
that is what the sweet silk of your lips
does to me.
Mad as the hatter.
Seduced by hares
in love with a mouse
no one to save me
must save myself.
Decimated
claimed
reclaimed by the darkness
silver lining
I can find none
only an abyss
staring down
ready to fall
no net to catch.
Free fall.
Scream in delight
in fear 
there is no stopping
bottom 
rock or otherwise
I will hit
fears broken free.
Abused
scars of the mind
curtain
hiding what is not to be seen
am I a wizard
able to wave my wand?
I am afraid.
I know not what I sow
what I seek.
Who is here to help
to hold my hand
keep me safe?
Carved smile
skewed
cherry red
virgin’s grin
I will not be the sacrifice.
I will not willingly give my life.
Bind me not…..
tie me not…..
strength will imbue me
tearing away
roaring
screaming
fear me you will.
Somber smile
jackknife boots
assailant of the night
dread the mere whisper
of my name.
Wolf’s moon
full
pregnant
power
such as has never been seen
I have it all
you
well you have none.
Knife to your throat
trickle of blood
lips curled in disgust
no saving this beast
you are the sacrifice
I will bring you to your knees.
 
April 4/19
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Denial

Bitterness
seeping
oozing
black caul
wrapped around.
Words
razor sharp
sliced veins
blood running
emotions stripped down.
Cold
lifeless
unforgiving
I will never hear those words.
Sorry little one
I failed you
I failed to protect 
when I should have.
Never will she
nor he
accept the parts played
in ruination.
Concrete grey
muffling my screams 
fuck you
naught you know.
Prince…..
Pauper…..
Gleam of her eye
you took my place
forced to the rear
forced down
forgotten
unloved
unsupported
that was I.
Usurper. 
Taking my crown
my throne
stealing my home
shattering my hopes
my dreams
condemning me to this hell on earth.
Tired I am
of putting all first
my desolation
thought to be remiss.
Funeral pyre
memories shot through
conflagration. 
April 1/19
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Keeper

Silver chimes
tolling
ringing
lost
muffled within scored heart.
My lip
curls in disgust
I never believed
you would do this
to us.
Mockery made
of vows
of respect
of tenderness.
I fetch
vomiting blackness
my soul evading
talons of sin
even as the devils scream
frustrated
they cannot get in.
Cavernous
hell fire
rings of sin
watched over by myself
minions
glory bleeds.
Given that special sanction
Satan’s most hated
given to me
for my disgust
my hatred
my rage
make me the worst of jail keepers.
Chained
splayed for flaying
molesters
monsters
destroyers
all fall beneath my whip.
Baby you are a bitch.
Warned you I did
told you
I was my father’s child
suicide
death
murder
I am the keeper
of all these sick desires.
 
March 28/19
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Untitled Word of the Day Poem #26

You all thought
felt
that I would bow
allow you superiority….
Never how 
I would play the game.
Blade in hand
slice
sawing silent
parting wires
crawl out
flee baby girl…..
Flee.
Head turned
see the red
green
amber
crawl slowly
forward
cadet pace
bombs do blow
alive I am.
I look.
Peer beneath
hidden
empty husks
leg sweep
flat on your ass.
I win.
Do you doubt?
For you to count
to know
means you have to understand.
Listen/Hear you won’t.
Hooked spear through the heart
silent bullets carve through the air
muted words
no longer heard
as I slash
bloody smile onto your face.
March 17/19
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