Brutalized Harmony

Agonized moan
crawling forward
digging fingers to dirt
pull self along
left to burn
left to bleed
indomitable will…..
I will not die.
Hands
so many hands
tearing
ripping clothes
pulling hair
closed fist to the face
I do not 
I did not
I should never have been brutalized.
Taken to a party
fed booze
pills
drugs
good time girl
rumor had it
not my truth
yet you did believe it.
Face blushed
covered in scarlet hue
eyes burn
pain
rage…..
must find help
must find it now
I shall not die
I will come for you
you may want to hide.
©April 3/20
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Ebony Voiced

Grey shadowed fingers
reaching
twisting
plundering
stealing from mind
command of speech
suspend belief
compromised.
Into me 
they do reach.
Tears
unbidden
shuddering shoulders
stay away
creature of the night
become twisted
haunted eyes
seeing
past
present
future
bleak
wraith like
misted move.
Scuttling
head down
eyes gouged
blind
from arrogance
hatred
negligence
black ribbon chains
stealing my sanity.
My heart shrinks
wrapped in on self
no longer light
no longer buoyant
shackled
pain laden
dragged to the bottom of the rock.
I see no rescue
I see no saviour
I see…..
black nothingness
a future
the gods have allowed me to see.
©April 2/20
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Fifteen Minutes

15 minute increments.
That is how I live
8 hours a day
five days a week
15 minute increments.
I watch the clock carefully
I must excuse myself
I need to go
I need to wash my hands
to keep you
and myself safe.
15 minute increments
this is not a game
this is my new reality
as I serve the public
who need to eat
who need their care
who need reassurance
who need a friendly ear.
15 minute increments.
I wonder
up to 14 days
to incubate
please wait I must sanitize
I am sorry I have to make you stand
this is for your safety and mine.
15 minute increments.
This is my new reality.
This is my new truth.
This is a new life for everyone.
We are all in this together.
There is no need
to push
punch
scream
like animals in a zoo
suddenly released
set upon one another.
Bloody massacre.
15 minute increments.
I hope you have a great day.
I need a moment please.
Stand over the sink
how many 15 minutes have passed?
Single tear drops.
Chin quivers.
Deep breath.
Stand up straight.
Smile on my face.
In my ear
your voice
reassuring
‘baby you got this
it is only 15 minutes.’
©March 31/20
Picture is my own

Elite Scrimmage

Crimson moon
scuttled dark
tempers flare
short
walk away quickly
before
death does come
he is tired
of waiting in the corner.
Leaning upon his scythe
waiting
dreaming for the time
when you will fuck up
think without care
speak without reason
as I listen
wondering
head cocked to the side
how much further do you dare?
Push me
tempt me
keys pressed violently
deep breath
control the red dimmed vision
you ninny
dancing around
ape like
only
they are smarter.
Tarnished copper crown
falls
rolling through dusted floors
crocodile tears
ranting
how this is so undeserved
how could we be so mean
how could we be……
medieval like
as his head does roll
right to my boot toe
I just smile
death always did like
a good game of soccer.
©March 30/20
Picture via Pinterst

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.