No Escape

Bright lights
illuminate puddles
splashing through
running
must get away
escape the pain
the devastation
the war between
heart and mind.
Pontificate
sharp barbs
wicked hooks
sheer horror
look into the mirror
devil’s playground
war between good and evil.
Mourning tweed
monsters peer beneath
putrid breath of society
chained
mated
always disbelieved.
Blood red
river flaying the banks
slick terror
guns have found their way
onto the streets
into the hands
necessitated
martial law
trying to protect…….
There is no protection
there is no relief
our time
your time
their time
it has come…..
murderous rumble 
vile chant
war is coming
there is no escape.
©May 6/19
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Red Queen

No rest for the Wicked……
Tip toe through the blackness
eyes slitted
mouth pursed
stalking your pray
as I stalk you.
Stiletto in hand
you pierce for fun
calling forth evil
calling forth corruption
all with one intent…..
to cause
chaos 
to cause
dissolution
to rent free the curtain
allowing mocking
pale faces to peer through
laughing 
chortling
maniacal grins sprayed red
ruby red
the color of dripping blood.
Fall to your knees
never beg me
for executioner I have become.
Off with your head
I scream
bludgeoning
slashing
covered in scarlet gore.
Sadness is
I revel in this macabre charade
while the truth remains…..
I am no better than thee.
March 21/19
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

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
Image by Giacomo Zanni from Pixabay

Lessons

Stench of sin
filling ones senses
plying on emotions
dribbling saliva
thick strands 
doubles as a rope
keeping you tied to the alter.
Bloated beings
chant around the body….
Your body.
Your sin
Arms tied
feet spread
all watch you squirm
watch tears
hear pleas
ignored
save for their own pleasures.
Sought their help
afraid
demons haunt your dreams
your life
your mind
screaming terrors
claimed you would be cured
you would be saved.
Your Sin.
Your Mind.
Your Body.
Your Time.
Left
burning eyes in the shadows
watch 
your head twists side to side
seeking solace 
seeking reward
seeking justice.
Smile spreads over your lips
no one notices
ruby rose glow to your cheeks.
Quiet solitude
rent suddenly with screams
terror
dread
discovering that they know nothing
about the beast within your heart.
Learning your truth
learning your desires
bloodbath
tumble to your feet.
Marble streaked crimson
head cocked to the side
watching…..
demons run amok 
feeding upon the sins
souls
minds
of those foolish enough
to have thought you could be held
chained
caged
held at their whim.
Lesson taught.
Lesson learned.
Hunt not the wild woman
whose howls can be heard
a shudder down your back
pray not
I come for you.
 
March 2/19

False Idol

Mirror on the wall
tell me true
am I the fairest in the world
or is it just an illusion
smoke and mirrors
so none can see my faults?
Behind languid smile
eyes bright with hazy dream
vast black
empty
void
space
where hearts once lived.
Now
only grief.
Leave me be
shrill
gasping
screaming shrew
let me live…..
within this fantasy.
Watch…..
I walk down aisle
all turn to look
uncertain why
they are drawn
magnatized to my being.
They do not see
imps
demons
devil’s spawn
tempting
teasing
seducing mind
with images of non-existence.
Black shadows
oozing 
sluicing down walls
twining
dancing around 
unwary souls.
Wondering you are
who I may be?
Call me
Lilith
Jezebel
Harlot of the sea.
Who I am 
matters not.
It is who you….. 
see me to be…..
want me to be…..
that matters.
 
Feb 27/19

Plain Jane 3-Conscious

***This is the continuation of:
As consciousness is regained
aware I become
that the front of me
is soaked in blood.
All around
lay various men.
Rearing back
horror
I realize
I know all of them.
Gagging
I choke on flesh in my throat
aghast
what have I done?
Was it really me?
Is this the work of Badass Jane?
Was she really this mephistophelian?
Will anyone even believe me?
Shades flit
outside the corner of my eyes
if I turn my head full on
skipping into the background
they fade.
Guns have been drawn
as if I would care
100 men
against my tiny frame.
I lay on my face
gorge rising
voices screaming
sharp prick
cognizance fading away.
Sept. 7/18
Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

Undecided

Daintily
picking her way 
stepping over bleached bones
skirt held up
as though she was curtsying to the Queen.
Ballet movements
graceful
hands on hips
glaring around
‘Who is to blame 
For this mass genocide?’
Standing atop the crumbling mound
bones collapsing into dust
the unlucky ones who were caught outside
when the bombs came down
flesh seared from bones
mothers bonded forever more
with their childrens cold corpses.
All were warned
all were told there would be a price to pay
if the situation was not altered
but continued unabated.
The walls were built
silos filled
with more grain than they could eat
cows
pigs
horses too
all saved
to repopulate a world
destroyed by….
greed
war
famine
drought
pestilents
overpopulation
the list goes on and on.
With no one person to blame
fingers point….
East
West
North
South
no one will be responsible
no one will claim that wrong had been done.
Instead
slithering
undulating through the shadows
speaking in whispered tongues
the beast waits to make it come all undone.
She stands alone atop the world
eyeing the devestation done
she will become the hunteress
cleansing the world of sin.
A fierce battle will occur
with a winner as yet undeclared.
August 28/18