Word of the Day Challenge #99-Untitled Poem

I use to never fear
I use to never look back 
you changed that
I use to never worry
I use to never…..
You came in
dove to an olive
hands held
spoke with divinity
making me your child
your disciple
your means to an end
plans oh so foul.
Creep
silent footfalls
peering here
gathering all the secrets there
returning
loyal lapdog
anything to retain your sick attention
to remain your favorite
even as you striped me of my innocence.
Hunger for acceptance
becomes vile hatred
set to side
found another
younger than I…..
younger than I when you took me
molding me
seductive innocence
striking blade.
I sit
your head upon my lap
your eyes sightless
stroking your hair
crooning to my precious
never aware
of just how insane I was.
©April 16/20
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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 #64-Untitled Poem

I bow before you
a masquerade
kingly in all your touches.
You…..
you called for me
beseeched the night skies
hoping for
needing to
herald a new beginning.
I am death
slithering
snaking
striding through the halls
the darkness
smoke in the mirrors.
My face never seen.
My presence
the stirring of small hairs
on the back of your neck.
You beckoned
wanted to know the truth
beat your chest
bare your heart
someone…..
someone must pay.
Would that it were that simple
my lord
to find the culprit
to make them pay
it will not bring back the victims
you must let them lay.
Your initial wrath
simmers to rage
becomes slow sorrow
as reality is shown to you.
Some lies need must play
some truths need must be hidden.
Blades secreted
payment in blood
time will come
when your revenge is done.

©Sept. 28/19
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Hush Little Baby

Hush little baby
do not cry
mommy’s gonna tell you a lie
daddy’s gonna ruin your life
brother’s gonna usurp your role.
Hush little baby
do not cry
today is not the day to die.
Dignity spread thin
legs spread wide
vapid look in her eyes.
Hidden away
shoved down deep
little girl screaming
no one to hear
no one to care
no one to save her.
Burgeoning monster
emotions stripped clean
rage
fury
savagery
boring into her bones.
Complacent no more.
Death
destruction
devastation
she did rue
not at all
doling out
vengeance
bitter laugh upon her lips.
Keeper…..
of secrets
of silence
eyes dead upon her gaze
mouth twisted
sardonic grin
head cocked
amazed by her artistry.
Hush little baby
do not cry
mommy’s gonna lay down and die
daddy’s gonna beg for his life
brother’s gonna wish 
he had been left for dead.
Hush little baby
do not cry
today is the day
they all will die.
©May 14/19
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Rumination

Sat above the world
staring at the streets below
wondering
who drives
who walks
who talks
who thinks about the world around
more than their own existence?
Time has come
there is no miracle to be found
there is no magic wand
there is no mystical chant
that is going to erase
eradicate
the damage that has been done
upon the psyche of the earth.
Species doomed
wiped out
men who still hunt
who still murder
endangered animals
to appease the greed of those
who believe
as idiots do
that there is something that will make them better
that will make them stronger
make them more virile
when in reality
they are a nightmare wrapped in luscious silken robes.
Garbage
floating in our oceans
our seas
found in the bellies of beached whales
war may be fought over a garbage mound
when will it all be caught?
Sat upon the world on high
tears fall
rain upon the heads of those below
bewildered as the night is clear
the stars agleam
while I sit
lost in sorrow
in regret
for there shall be no mistaking
the death of the world as it is known.
Replaced with…..
crime
hatred
bigotry…..
liars
who with subtle manners
will tear this world apart
dooming it
dooming mankind
to certain death.
©May 2/19
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Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

She was such a pretty little thing.
Daddy’s girl.
Pigtails.
Dimples.
Sparkling blue eyes.
No knowledge of degradation
humiliation
pain
that was yet to come.
Prepped.
Primped.
Primed.
Salacious thoughts
for one so young.
Daddy had a problem.
Drunk.
Drugs.
Gambling.
He was shitty at all three.
Sold to pay the debt
her hunger only grew.
Wicked child.
Devil’s child.
Vicious child.
She was a bright child
so smart
she hid the abuse
beneath rosy smiles..
Lessons were learned
games were played
daddy’s girl became a vixen.
Knives were made to slash
slice
rend flesh free.
Guns with bullets
holes in the body
none are safe from her.
Sitting
crimson pool spreading
her delight in the debris.
It took nearly a month
to reassemble the pieces
of the men she slaughtered.
Found buried in a shallow grave
clues were slim
men 
they were not missed.
She sat watching
waiting
but no one came near
into the midnight she disappeared. 
 
Feb. 1/19

I am not a Killer

As I was showering Sunday morning I suddenly realized that I could never kill someone……and get away with it.
First off is that it is a crime. It comes with jail time. It comes with infamy. No thank you. And orange makes me look so sallow.
Than I would dither about how I would kill them. Do I use a knife? A gun? Rope? Hammer?
My poor victim would be staring at me in horror as I was trying to figure out which weapon I wanted to use.
Than do I want to be up close and personal or from a safe untainted with corruption spot elsewhere?
(This is how I will kill them-death by indecision.)
So I have gotten this far what comes next?
The clean up.
And you know you never ever get all the blood.
You would be crawling around on your knees, microscopic eye trying to detect the slightest spatter of human matter.
Clean up would have to be done with the black light and than you find out what else is all over that room. (Gross need I say more?)
Too talkative. I like to talk. I would be remembered.
‘Yes officer I am sure that is the one. She would not shut up for a minute.’
I would by and large leave enough DNA evidence it would be unbelievable. I shed copious amounts of hair.
As I watched my hair go down the drain I realized that I would need to get Drano or something soon.
Which lead me to than think about today’s word radioactive.
What if when I poured it down the drain a giant hairball came to life.
Than I thought I would get T to do it. However there is some law that says you cannot put children in danger. Not even if it is to fight off a radioactive hairball.
So there you have it. Why I could not commit murder and get away with it. But I am a writer mwahahahahaha I will kill you 100x on paper.