Queenly Insanity

Thrown to the wolves
left to fend
for self
for child
thought to die
laughed as snow began to fall
revenge sought
retribution done
requital I swore
even as I fell to my knees.
I crawled.
I wept.
I thought to freeze to death.
No…..
I would not let you win.
I would not let you crown
another in my place
in my space
she…..
two faced whore.
I strove
pulling self to feet
courage
rage
kept me moving
as thunder roared
heart beating.
always have been
it would behoove you
to remember.
For come I will
in dead of night
pay the toll dear
will you and she
while I sit above
watching you bleed.
©Feb. 23/20
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Villainess of the Night

Clip Clop
Clip Clop
horses on the trot
taken from behind
gloomy gas lit night
come play with me
hither and yon.
Nimble
dance with misted wraiths
shadows prey
hungry
blade
razor rapier
tear into your heart.
Cry
moan
beg for me
beg that I release you
to death
to anything
but the dying pain.
Butterfly strength
mask covered face
sweet mint breath
hot on the neck
flick my tongue
tasting your fear
tinged in copper blood.
Race through darkened streets
terror filled glance
back
should have stared forward
my ability to track
to move
cat like grace
so well known.
Gore dipped blade
my breath
my breast
not ragged
not rent
turn
skip
walk away
Jane the Ripper
here to play.
©Feb. 18/20
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Forgotten

Crumbling mortar
paint peels in strips
corrupted
land bleeds black
brambled path
wrought in pain
in terror.
Sit
staring at nothing
mind no longer there
lost in the mists
of time beyond
not able to see the disgrace
the family feels.
Speaking in tongues
in gibberish
who can understand
as I wail
as I cry
trying to bring you into this world.
of my own devise.
Flashes of history
memories lost
tangled web
I am caught.
Drool
disgust
wipe my mouth
speak as though
I am not here
as though
already gone am I
wishes were horses
beggers would ride.
When I was a young
prospects so many
laid out
waiting for me
to pluck the fruit offered
to bite of my dreams
fulfilling.
Now I am an elder
no one has time
to hear my stories
to hear my tales.
I am left to bleed
in gloomy silence
set upon an ice floe of neglect
waiting to die.
©Feb. 17/20
Picture is my own

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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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

Awaiting Rapine

Rubble
reduced
ravaged land
claw through debris
floating from dull grey clouds
there is no summer
there is no spring
or fall
only the winter of destruction
lays across the land.
Crowing
destruction
laid waste
world
no longer flourishing
survival the new way
the only way.
Rusted crown
upon Jester’s head
shaking rattle
fiery denial
wrong doing not done
slanderous rage
all blaming
finger pointing
mouths screaming.
Gather round
murderous claim
no better then vultures
hovering
waiting…..
for death
waiting…..
for the axe to fall
head to roll
alas dear Horatio
it is already too late.
©Jan. 27/20
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