I had a friend
who confessed his dirty
little secrets in my ear,
until it became a poison
poured down my throat
and I began to choke
on his perverse lies.
They never see my
wrath until it is too late
to compromise and I laugh
when I watch you bleed
beneath my knife.
On your knees you
beg for mercy,
I have none left to give
my heart is in eclipse.
The devil will dance
with me upon your grave,
the raven flying above
is my guardian angel.
The vagabond
at its hilt
in its infant neural twist
before meandering
80 years
in feral knots
and vanishing in a lurch
prior to weeping
into knees
for uninvited gods
in the cold behind the grocery
despite a lack
of all the trappings
articulating
personhood
I’m sure he had it:
a smoke of a dream
a million heaving cigarettes
blazing in the unborn stem.
I took his air
and animation
but in this new configuration
the atoms speak only to his faithful ghost.
In my stolen host
my wiry beard
I never leave my final place
reclining
in the aftermath
and never knowing.
The darkness waits for me,
I feel its pull, wanting
to draw me down into its
slumbering embrace,
whispering promises
within my ear,
beginning to weigh my
lids down,
so easy it would be
to surrender,
cease resistance,
give myself up to the call,
and then like an icy,
rigid grip around my throat
I am jolted back
into reality,
the scream
rising in the back
of my mouth,
I know the terrors
that live there,
the monsters
which inevitably come,
there bloody,
tooth-filled grins,
flesh ripping claws,
wanting to tear me apart.
rend my meat from
the bone to make
their meal.
There is no sanctuary
to be found within,
wakefulness the only
I see the waiting
death, wanting
to invite me
to descend,
but I can hear
the sound of
broken bones
with a shudder,
watching limbs
become mangled,
blood spattered
upon the walls,
my corpse
left to rot below,
that is the waiting
fate if I take
the first and final
step,
so I am left
stranded
and I scream
into the emptiness
but there is none
who can help.
The rail taunts me,
with deceptions
of safety,
but I know my palms
slick with sweat
would slide right
off and toss me forward
stumbling down,
and down,
until at last
my neck snaps
and there is nothing left,
there are no doors
nor locks and bars
but I am kept
here a prisoner
I feel the heat
like a dragon's breath
upon my face,
the monster that
would try and pry
my lids apart
to look upon
the horrors
of its face.
I hear the screams
inside my skull
forcing my eyes
to remain closed,
I know there is
only one escape,
to save myself
from the sights
which would
turn all my
dreams into
nightmares.
Palms pressed
hard against
my sockets,
until my head begins to ache,
and fireworks
explode within my mind
I run.
peek-a-boo
I see you
The voices of children
echo down the hall,
following me,
taunting me
to open my eyes
and look upon
their faces
but I know
all is not what
it seems.
In the bathroom
The pictures flash
before my eyes,
more mass destruction,
the chaos is a comfort,
another one dead by gunshot,
a killer on the lose,
it is the soothing balm
I need..
wait....why is that woman smiling?
Sunny days ahead?
No, she looks so happy,
I cannot bear
to hear what she has to say,
it is too much to take,
Please give me another
earthquake,
hurricanes,
and wildfires out of control..
whenever the phone rings,
I grip the edge of my seat,
I tremble to think
what they might tell me
what if I won the sweepstakes?
Oh no, why did I fill that form out?
I cover my ears
when the couple next door
starts to speak,
I cannot listen
Curious, how he ages past his origins
a rage unfurrowed by the planet's touch
by the girl who held him like a furnace bides the coals
by the women who survive him as a coat of arms
by the man whose imperative is sowing seeds in space
on the mind within the mind where ancient troubles fall on lips
and regrets' subdermal cultivation
in the bodice of his erroneous twin
bloom in these terrific wires
‘till they turn up into the skin;
recalcitrant sores of a leper god
see them worship and abhor!
What tribe, these scars
dark medicine art
and who will bear his animus
when now he's old and new again?
The thought of your touch
fills me with fear,
I imagine your fingers like
knives slicing through my flesh,
each attempted caress ripping
through me, tearing me apart.
I fathom acid upon your lips
and with a kiss my skin
would melt away from my face,
dissolving off my bones
until only a grinning skull remains.
The scent of singed flesh
seems to hover in the air
around me whenever you are near,
your embrace like lighting a match
near gasoline.
Your eyes feel like razor blades
when you look at me, you call it
love but it renders me terrified
and I have no control over myself,
I just have to run before
I find myself eviscerated by
A discordant hum
persistent within my head,
ceaselessly I hear them
like so many voices,
certain they are mocking me.
Such small innocuous
things they seem,
frolicking among spring flowers
on a sunny day,
but I cannot help
but to see an evil glint,
and know surely
they must be there
conspiring against me.
I awaken from nightmares
drenched in sweat
imagining I am covered in welts
from head to toe
and I gasp for breath
feeling as if my throat
has begun to swell closed.
I can hear the venom
throb within my veins,
picturing my heart
turning black.
why some things have to come to an end by Valerie-Red, literature
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why some things have to come to an end
Angela cried, her feet were already aching as she dashed up the stairs that seemed to have been made for giants, rather than humans. Behind her she heard panicked screams and shouts, but she didn’t dare look back anymore. She knew they were lost and she would be too, if she dared to look back now.
“FUCK! It’s catching up!” she heard Jacob shout, not far behind her.
‘don’t waste your breath, idiot! It won’t slow down unless there’s just one of us left!’ Angela thought to herself as she dashed up the massive stone steps faster.
She heard another scream, feminine and short. She didn’