the house sat off-putting
surrounded on both sides
by mediocre and discolored homes
where the wood of the fences
and doors were chipping
where the windows were a little dusty
where spiderwebs hung at the corners
where inside the houses
stood otherworldly figures
hiding from light
red
is passionate.
red
is beautiful.
a radiance
dancing through
different shades,
different wonders.
the seductive fragrance
of a rose.
the accelerating beat
of a lusting heart.
the sweetness
of a strawberry.
the acidity
of a juicy tomato.
a dotted ladybug
caressing
the tree’s fingertips.
a glossy red apple.
and all I want
is a small sample
of the color red
through the means
of your broken head,
dripping with that
wondrous tint
a bloody red
Do you know what it feels
like when everyone walks past you?
When everyone
talks over you?
When no one gives you
their time of day?
I am invisibility at its finest.
I get not one glance in the slightest.
I am a walking ghost
passing through wall to wall.
I remember the first time
I saw you.
Your skin was glistening
under the summer sun.
How I wished to hold you close.
But to you I was nothing,
a piece of debris traveling
in the somber air,
a trash bag floating with
a merciless wind.
And then I saw you with her
blonde, blue eyes
the ones you prefer.
I’ve bought a new outfit
for me to wear.
I’ve put on some makeup
and done my hair.
Do you like how I drip
in your lover’s blood?
Do you like this new look
and the orange that I wear?
Just switch on the news.
You’ll see me I’m there.
What do you think of
my new, blonde hair?
Don’t worry these bars
are really not there.
May you let me ponder
one simple question.
Have I finally got your attention?
honey-colored toes
frozen like stone
ice dripping
melting under a
scorching star
sweet little toes
curling in the face of foes
tapping and dancing
through mountain
and valley
and river
and ocean
honey-colored toes
curling in the face of foes
blood dripping
faces melting
Something inside me
loves to
twist
as
my lips
long for the
rarest red.
In the air lives a
bloody anticipation,
my gradual
transformation.
Am I ready?
No, I am not.
Hurting others,
this I was not taught.
But lately, I’ve been wanting a
kill.
First,
a bluebird
chiming on
a tree.
Next,
a golden hare
descending
a
mountain.
Now,
I desire an even larger target.
One that will pose
an enticing challenge.
Will it fight me?
I hope it will.
But in the end,
nothing in this
world
can match
my
skill.
Bring your mittens
and your scarf
a cozy jacket
a fluffy beanie
it is snowing
and
winter is glowing
bring your courage
and your strength
bring the lord
and his prayer, for
on this perfect winter day
a killer is on the loose
searching for prey
and today you tread alone
in a cold
cold
world
he stands over you with a smirk and like a tower.
slender, smooth-spoken, his compliments pour over you like a sweet shower.
“come beautiful thing,” he whispers and then it all turns sour.
and you begin to shrink in a corner before his scorching power.
so fast you squeal and scream. a small pathetic coward.
Today I lie on a big white bed.
Staring long at three peculiar heads.
How am I still alive and not dead?
Look at my body! I haven’t even bled!
They examine me, many words unsaid.
All they do is nod their stupid big heads.
How strange the way these aliens tread.
Can’t let me go despite all I’ve plead.
Hours long I lie on this ugly test bed.
How I wish they could just drop dead.
Stop probing me you evil eggheads.
Now it’s too late, for I’ve been misread.
So they stand over me with a cold spearhead.
And tomorrow I’ll probably be truly dead.
Tye is real sweet and shy
won’t even hurt a fly
but one day a boy named Ry
told her a lie that made her cry
now nobody knows where his body lies
but I think it has nothing to do
with that girl named Tye
for she is so sweet
won’t even hurt a fly
Into the mist
that grows
consuming the city
a disquieting glow
it feels no pity
as it demolishes
every life form all so gently
the slightest touch
detaches skin from bone
all so calmly
in a twist
and then you disappear
into the mist
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