Twisted Tales
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She was losing more hair, long black chunks seeped from her skull matted with blood from an unknown skin condition. She no longer left her bedroom. She missed her husband, they had tried desperately for a child. It was unsuccessful, depression and arguments began.
He left without word, she fell ill. The beige brush bit through her hair again tearing more strands from her bleeding head, soaking ebony soulless eyes.
Ghostly sounds filled the silence, banging, dragging.
Below a sturdy man loaded the deep freezer with a black haired woman's body streaked by blood from a freshly bludgeoned head wound.
In Darkness
In an impoverished cruel world she walks,
Forcing a moonshine smile that hides stifled searing tears.
Choking back she integrates with a soulless community, Altruism is a myth and disappointment reigns supreme.
In silent moments behind closed doors she lets blood, Beating the walls to release the pain burning inside.
Fighting the two persons struggling in her clouded mind, Both alone even without each-other screaming to belong.
To love, to live, to be loved and escape the desolation, Which stings more each long thunderous day.
Like a poisoned dog she prays the inexplicable pain would stop, As times rolls on so too does her sad swim into despair.
Her cries lost in the darkness until one grim night The numbness sets in, zombiefied the blood flows, And an endless sleep consumes.
Now stands an ironic memorial in her name, It reads beloved wife and daughter,
Yet lays covered with rotting weeds, Engulfed by the stale stench of neglect!
Mare Gravem
The world is just colorful visions, soundless. Unbearable pain sears through my skull, drilling.
You're there my sibling then you're gone, The catalyst that ends all security,
When you leave a piece of me dies daily, Alienated in a hostile world I cannot comprehend.
Timeless silence melts down with pure rage, Kin structure collapses I am alone.
Floating restlessly in an abundant sea, Moving on sucked among disguised sharks, Looking for what I wished I had,
Feeling the pain of others' cruelty cutting, Directionless, suspended in a watery grave.
For a time I find a false hope, fighting fate, Love of kinds embalmed with jealousy.
Thwarted with conflict, bereavement, grief, Destined to implode, Draining life's essence, Triggered by the unwelcome touch of another, Rebounded into thunderous purgatory, Escaping into a boiling dysfunctional cauldron, Burning for eons, every feeling ceases.
And every emotional escape freezes in hell, And there in the eve lies an offer of serenity.
To sleep peacefully in the oceanic shelter,
The psirens silhouetted in the beckoning moonlight, Sing to draw me in, a perfect, dulcet lullaby, Offering the ecstasy of cool, dark emptiness, Mesmerized by the howling, angry tide below,
The footing is lost, the jagged rocks fall away.
I submit, the plummet over the ravine is swift, The tranquility of my aqueous Mausoleum, Eternal.................................................
Muted Witness
The guilt rips the remains of my rotten soul,
A disheveled wretch tormented, bleeding with guilt, Unable to look at our mother for shame.
I am not the culprit who extinguished you but she is kin, Her action has muted my tongue forever,
Lest the matter destroy further the remnants of our home!
I beg and pray to God that this were a dream,
And I would wake confused and disorientated but free, Knowing that my sibling lived warmed with the life’s blood.
Living in ignorance cripples the declining matriarch,
Truth would tighten the caustic chains and never set her free,
Her residual tribe would be annihilated, miscarried and that can never be!
Sister sleeping in the Earth your feet trod on many hearts, Your sharp-tongue and blind self-indulgence hurt,
A deficiency of empathy and objectivity was your Hubris.
Never noticing the wrath filled army brimming with vexation that grew, Blindly acting with malice scarcely shielded by our devotion,
Foolishly blundering on, your eyes obscured to your lineage’s reactions!
The vision of our kinswoman’s vengeance clouds my spirit, Mentally she perceived you as a vicious arachnid requiring poison, The creature, on polluting her home, was bound and lacerated,
Persecuted for its cruel infestation, unaware of its offensive presence.
The beast, reduced by acid and heat as if it never existed, expired in dread! I struggle with blood-stained knowledge and loss of your flighty soul,
But for our lineage and for-bearer I will suffer until the day I am dead!
Derelict
Bare walls, no plaster, brick crumbling, Damp!
Burning cigarette, long strip of ash falling onto the bare mattress, No carpet, broken windows,
Home until the wrecking ball visits.
Teeth missing, chapped lips, bruised body, Old lumps, fresh blackened clots,
None on her face, punters don't like it!
Black roots break out above cheap blond hair, Unkempt,
Like her make-up, And tiny black dress.
Teeth yellowing, she flicks her fag onto the floor.
No one visits her here, she goes there, Where ever there may be.
Driven in a silver saloon, bought from her earnings, Dirty, filthy, used up.
Medicine hides the pain, Not the stuff on prescription, Her driver gets it,
She owes him.
Her wizened arm pukes up veins, Tied tightly,
Needle goes in. She sighs!