Pale Death (A Victim’s Song)

Tickity tock
listen to the clock
they should have locked me away.
Instead
forgiveness and meds
put back onto the street
with promises to never harm again.
Did they really believe I would stay true?
Words forced from sugared lips
saccharine
forced down with lemon and honey
head down
fingers crossed
oh look they are showing me the door.
Did they think I had forgotten my promises?
Shadows flow away
skipping through nighted streets
blinded by the man in the moon
my dancing desires racing.
Finger nails on chalk.
Thickened blood cakes scarlet talons
stabbing with disdain
licking fingers
I am coming home
on that you can depend.
Sodom and Gomorrah
wide open at my feet
terror streaked stone
copper and gold intertwined
Death’s desire
I watch with pleasant feat.
Shrill alarms
harridan loud
demented giggle
as I peer through the window
for this shall be your demise.
©August 11/19
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Wrong Number

If you don’t love me

why do you keep me?

If you don’t love me

why do you care?

I stood before you

my hands out in supplication

tears crowding the corners of my eyes

mouth turned down

a sad clown’s frown

while raven’s clawed at my hair.

I rend my clothes

blacken my cheeks

with mascara rivers

as you stare in disbelief.

Suddenly I stop

and look at the number above you

realizing I am at the wrong house.

The one I needed to guilt lived at 217

and I was at 271.

Awkward…….