Deadly Beauty

Wild eyed
fanged teeth glisten
saliva slicked lips
pulled back in a grimace
sucking
putrid black
evil from your soul.
No redemption from me.
Coppered curls
move in the dark
sibilant whisper
turn your head
this way
that way
you will not find
you will not see
the company we keep
until it is too late.
No pity from me.
Baby
how long?
How long did you think
before someone
somewhere caught on
forcing you out of here?
Did you think that it was going to be me?
Saw me watching
smiled at you
hooded eyes
lusty with desire.
Come big boy let’s play.
No mercy from me.
Cloaked shadows
scorn upon my lips
words rip
shred
did you expect me to cheer?
Hip Hip Hurray.
Ease into the corner
life gone
malignancy abated
babes resettle to curls
fangs sheathed
delicate lick of the fingers
such a delicious treat…..
Who said all gorgons are evil?
©Jan. 17/20
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Candied Seduction

Fingers dip
trail through
stilled waters
eyes luminescent
passion
bodies writhing
beneath the sheets.
Warm
hot breath
blow across naked skin
arching back
tongue
flick
lick
squirm with delight
sensations heady.
Began so easily
hands held
finger brush against the palm
liquid desire
legs shake
with barely an incentive.
Words
intoxicating
ignite the fire
first kiss of the evening
gentle brush of lips
on forehead
safety first.
that is what you are
mere sight
enough to knock me to my knees
lover please
sate me
over and over
until I am no more.
©Jan. 16/20
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Olly Olly Oxen Free

Corner
sitting
staring out the window
leaden sky
pregnant with cold
as is my soul
my heart
now that you are not home.
Spread your wings
little bird
soar free
whispered in my ear
a means to sending me away.
Pouting
glinted ire
ragged tears
hitched rage
pain
aching
never felt this way…..
Hollowed out
messed up in the head.
You complete me!
I screamed
Don’t you dare walk away!
You did
dare that is
anger did flare
stabbed you
again and again
until there was no heartbeat
no more conflict.
Sat in the corner
painted crimson red
now you are dead…..
I have fled…..
come out
come out
where ever you are…..
©Jan. 15/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #82-Untitled Poem

Undulating
sinuous writhing
move around
without touching his body.
Feel the heat rise
sense the lust
grim smile upon my lips
if only he knew
if only he listened
he would not be here.
They come
all shapes
all sizes
stories different
yet always the same.
Abuse
theft
life of poverty
life of pain
life lived
over and over again.
So easy to lure
to find evidence.
Given a warning
anonymous
go away
change the behaviour
or you will die.
Laughed off as a joke
shrugged off as a prank
none of them listened
I will be frank…..
I live for those moments
when blood first wells
tang of copper in the air
smile upon my lips
flip of the wrist…..
flit around
gazelle like
stab in
slash out
criss cross
drop dead
how I feed my hatred.
©Jan. 14/20
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Teared Truth

Truth finally seen
staring me in the face
the eyes
bald face lies
I told myself.
I mean so little
you cannot even say hello
yet sit here I do
waiting on you…..
Tears
slither
silent drops
aching
brutal gnawing
black hole deep within.
No I am not perfect
no I am not the best
I am not even a catch
(chuckle chuckle)
what I am is real
what I am is truth
what I am…..
a lost chance
a misplaced dream
an unspoken wish
spooling away
leaving you a lonely future
while I dance with many.
It does boggle
my mind that is
to cast away one such as I
I ask for nothing
asked for nothing
nothing at all…..
nothing is what I got
except tear falls.
©Jan. 13/20
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Wrong One

Glittering in darkness
feral eyes
following every move
caressing every curve
waiting until he can claim her.
Make her
mark her
as his own.
Means to an end
gyrate to music
same moves every day
choreographed
bend
shake
grind
dollars in the g-string.
Drool
lips slick
playing
jiggling
under the table
fierce grin
sensations roar
sight narrowed to one girl
the chosen one.
Made him
he could be trouble
stalker trouble
do not make eye contact
same smile for all.
Night’s end
girls leaving
groups of two
three
none dumb enough to walk alone.
Cars in darkness
lit by street lights
shadowed spaces never really seen
check the backseat
before opening door.
Wait……
had it not been locked?
Senses alert
slip into seat
hackles raised
flick of wrist
blade extends.
Quick breath in
lust surges
leap up
reach for swan like neck
pristine
for now….
scream
reflex
training takes over.
Blood covered
feral eyes glitter in the night
wait for the police…..
he picked the wrong woman to fuck with.
©Jan. 12/20
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Did You Turn the Lights Out?

Well me and my warped humor have struck again. I have now moved from being the cool funny mom to being ‘that’  mom. And the fact that I laugh at my own jokes seems to make matters worse. But laugh I do. To the point where I am crying. Besides if I don’t mess with Tember’s head who will?
Tember has this really bad habit. Really bad. He turns lights on. Hall. Bathroom. Kitchen. Upper hallway. You name it he turns it on. What he does not do is turn them off. That is right…..no matter how many times I remind him…..nag him……bully him as he would say…..this kid is incapable of turning lights off.
This week the ex dropped Tember off a few nights. Tuesday evening he arrives home knocks on the door and as he opens it hollers ‘helloooooooooooooo’ so I did not hear him lock the door. This bothers me for one main reason…..he has been known to get distracted and forget to lock the door. He comes down the stairs and the hallway light to the stairs goes on…..the kitchen light well I had left the one on over the stove so it was good for now…..bathroom light……hallway light and his room. Every light blazing. Our conversation is as follows:
Me: Buddy did you lock the door?
Tember: Yes.
Me: Did you turn the lights out?
Tember: What?
Me: Did you turn the lights out?
Tember: Why?
Me: Did you turn the lights out? You turn them on but not off! Have you turned the lights off?
We go back and forth me asking Tember getting more and more annoyed and once I start to giggle…..things got even more annoying.
Me: (for like the thousandth time) Buddy did you turn the lights out?
Tember: Mom seriously that is enough. Enough ok? You are not funny.
Me: Hey buddy did you turn the lights out? You still have not told me. And are you sure that you locked the door?
Tember (sighing exasperated as I am giggling): Mom I locked the door. I will turn the lights out I swear.
Me: I don’t believe you.
Tember: Mom that is enough you are not funny.
He putters around the kitchen putting his lunch containers in the sink. Bathroom and of course the lights are still on. I am laying in bed chortling watching but at same time I am in need of reassurance. I need for him to check to door.
Now….I have at this time gotten out of bed turned all the lights off and crawled back into bed. Why did I not check the door myself you might ask? Turning lights out does not require glasses checking that the door is locked does…..Jay is lazy.
I crawl back into bed and Tember goes into the kitchen to grab a drink. Light in hall goes on. Light in bathroom goes on. Light in kitchen goes on. I am like seriously but at the same time I am going to take advantage of this.
Me: Tember are you sure that you locked the door?
Tember:  Yes mom I am.
Me: Are you sure sure?
Tember (and I hear the frustration) : Mom I locked the door.
Me: Can you just humor your mom? Please? Go and check the door for me.
Tember: grumbles under his breath……it is locked mom…..
Me: giggle giggle snort snort….but did you turn out the lights?
Were I to write over and over how many times I asked Tember if he turned out the lights you would abandon reading this. However whether child or parent you have been at one end or the other of this conversation so go with that……
Maybe it is only me? I don’t know but I thought I was hilarious. Two days after this happened I was still giggling. As I write this I am giggling.
Tember……he did not…..does not…..think that I was/am funny at all.
Okay…..he told me I was not funny.
I have told a few people about this…..and with the exception of one everyone has thought my messing with him is hilarious……now every night before bed the question shall be asked:
Did you turn the lights out?
***I am laughing as I write this. Maybe it is only funny in my head because each time I tell it I am crying laughing by the end. It may not translate as well in my writing as it does in the telling but I hope it does.*****
Jan. 11/20
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