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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Patience

You know I am here.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Patient. 
A time will come 
when you shall falter
and I…..
well
I will jump in.
Dark desire
I dance under your  skin.
Twisted need
I am the fire in your eyes.
Wanton thirst
I am the blemish on your soul.
Your self-hatred.
Your doubt.
Your history.
I am the one…..
Me…..
I hold the key to you
only though
if you let me out to play.
Black rage
bottled up
close to boiling point
growl in dismay
you know
oh yes you do
you know I will get out.
Ah 
here we go again.
You drink.
You get drunk
You allow me a peek
small glimmer
taste dew tinged air
before you reclaim
take back
your inner space.
I am…..
Nightmares made real.
Riding.
Surfing.
Bumping into your barrier.
I could thump away
kick
scream
try to escape
only to heighten
tighten
your grip on me.
There is no substitute for patience.
With patience comes complacency.
With complacency comes a weakening.
With weakening I shall…..
Terrorize.
Torment.
Torture.
With weakening
I shall break free
never fear 
I am always waiting here.
©June 2/19

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
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Silent Insanity

Tee hee hee
can you hear me?
Scurrying through the walls 
of you mind
hiding behind your heart
bruising your soul……
hear me
see me 
feel me
know me…….
bleak and angry
filled with rage
desirous of death and mayhem
left with only this sick disease.
I do not know how to accompany
reach out
cry for help
so long have I been wrapped
within this white basket cotton
reaching 
grasping
for safety 
which as always is out of reach
unexplained
why a pauper of emotions
such as me
must live within this insanity?
Tee hee hee
can you hear me? 
I walk the halls of your mind
memory
crying tears 
never captured 
a single laugh
ringing in your ears
fear
held in tight embrace
never shall I leave you.
Tee hee hee
can you hear me?
Never will I leave your side.
 
March 18/19
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Drip

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Icicles from the eaves
slowly melting
around me
slowly life begins
as spring makes her entrance
and Winter makes his exit.
Trapped
left here with all the others
wondering when I will find release
today
tomorrow
sometime soon
please
I cannot take it here anymore.
Painting at 10.
Crafting at 1.
Discussion at 4.
Than supper
in your room
lights out.
Cracking knuckles
licking lips
disinterested in what is occurring around me
all I care for
is to be rescued from this place.
Each day
count the hours
mark chalk strips on the wall
waiting for a reprieve
waiting for a chance
to tell my story.
I did not mean to slay you that day
had you just done what I had asked
replace the fricken faucet
so the drip would stop.
No you thought to teach me
to not make so simple of a demand
so when you turned your back on me
I hit you on the head with a pipe.
They found me under the sink
the drip finally gone
while blood pooled round your head.
Insanity I did plea
would you not if you had to listen to…….
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
March 4/19
Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash

Badass Jane-I tried to protect (I failed)

***Story Poem. Previous Links to poems in order of story.
Raising my weary head.
Wary
beaten
there is no way that I can go on.
I have failed
unable to protect
myself
or Plain Jane.
Would they have listened?
Would they have heard?
The tale of a small child
brutalized
beaten
raped
taken in turn
by those animalistic men.
I am sorry that I failed
Jane dear
tears seeping
dripping from my chin
lips quivering
I cannot go on.
We stand for the Judge’s entrance
I see my chance to go
I leap across
grab the gun
turn to face the crowd.
I knew what was going to happen
I knew it is going to hurt
but I am tired
I need to lay down my head.
Raising the gun
I point at the men
all of whom had drawn.
When shouts were ignored
I am peppered with shots
as I dropped to the floor.
Sept. 7/18
***This is 2nd to last poem in this series. Please read previous posts to fully experience this point of view. 🙂

Badass Jane 2-I am Fire

***This is fourth in the story poem I am writing. Previous poems are linked here:
Sensual
sexual
I leave men in my wake
each one salivating
for a simple glance.
Ashes follow
drifting to the ground
scorched lives
burnt
offerings to the gods
who grant me this power I have.
I move through the night
sliding through darkness
appearing behind your back
feel my lips
upon your neck
while I find your pulse.
This here…
this is why Jane hides away.
Only I have the hatred
courage
bravado
to rip their throats
in a spray of blood
silent screams
split smile
as I take our revenge.
Sept. 7/18
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