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.
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Promises

Eyes weeping blood
face shrouded in pain
lips twisted with broken desires
her back bent again.
He promises each time
that it will be his last
sobbing
grasping
hugging her around the waist.
She strokes his head
whispers soft assurances
knowing
fearing
that it will happen again.
No matter how obsequious
no matter if dinner is made
his whisky in hand
as she waits at the door.
The fist will lash
cracking bones
the boots will strike
head bouncing off the floor.
Still she waits
she fears
for should she leave
he will hunt her down
killing her for real this time.
Sept. 23/18
Photo by Chau Luong on Unsplash

Wrath

Never once
did you ever do
more that mouth platitiudes
for ripping me apart.
You stole from me
innocence
laughter
life
leaving me
bereft
depressed
destroyed.
Anger stole in
replacing all that was good
as the past roiled and burned
searing my soul
my heart
my very being.
As I stand over you
watching the blood of your life
flow from your desperate body
grudgingly I forgive
for I want not
a wraith of a monster
held close by my wrath.

Wrath

Murderous rumblings across the skies

Gods looking down with disgust

this oasis

built for fragile humans

needs to combust.

Wars have been started

wars have been ended

while humanities are stripped away

lightening bolts

thrown in rage

hit the final mark.

We have waited too long

there is no way back

we cannot placate the Gods

who only want to wipe us out.

Photo by Ruben Mishchuk on Unsplash

Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.

 

 

 

Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks
splashed across the mirrors
pulsing
flashing
calling to arms
the dead and waiting.
Overdoses and murders
suicides and rapes
we await
we dream
of a time when we shall reap.
Moving through crowds of uncaring
stalking through shadows
staining the souls
of those without.
Copper hued threads
spattered
unseen
mark you as my tormentor.
I screamed
I fought
I lost to you
the reality of this world.
I creep along the blackest alleys
toiling on hands and knees
peering feral
waiting to appease.
My hunger.
Your pleasure.
My malevolence.
Your desire.
Twined….
Unparted….
locked forever
in a slow waltz
through the halls of hell.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen