Look Past The Scream

we are not as bad

as we seem

just look past the scream

it might hurt at first

that’s part of the scheme

just close your eyes as

we drain out your bloodstream

and hold still while we sever

your bones and your brain

your fresh little fingers

your toenails and your teeth

you won’t need these anymore

let us have all the gore







Repost: The Campout

“Great,” Megan said with a grunt as she shook her leg to pry off the mud that so desperately clung to the bottom of her boot.

“Look, I promise to God. I thought I knew where I was going,” Dan replied. “Clearly, you don’t,” she roared back at him.

Now, Megan sat on a rock and watched the trees sway back and forth with the winter breeze. Dan gradually approached her.

A brief pause.

She didn’t look his way, not even slightly. Was she being unreasonable? No. He knew perfectly how much she despised getting lost. Her life had always been so meticulously planned out so that things of this sort wouldn’t happen–ever. And since a situation of this kind was out of her hands, she could at any moment go mad, foolishly mad.

“Daylight is slipping away,” she said as her eyes scrutinized the dark foliage of the trees.

“How bout we just stay and camp out,” Dan said.

“We’ll find our way back in the morning,” Dan said this so quickly almost as if he was afraid of his own words, his own thoughts, his own fears.

“I guess you’re right. I’m acting crazy,” Megan said.

He turned to her with a surprising fidget as though he was expecting her to disagree with his crazed suggestion.  Nonetheless, all he could make out to say with desperate courage was, “You’re not crazy. I’ll start the tent.”

“What a  fucking idiot.” Megan looked down at the tent which was situated much too close to the fire. As of any moment, it would have burnt at an instant. With lightning speed, she moved the tent a good distance away from the fire.

“Got more wood. We doin s’mores tonight?” Dan examined Megan’s stone cold face.

“What did I fucking do this time?” he asked with frustration.

Megan snatched the wood from his arm and said, “How bout next time don’t put the tent so fucking close to the fire. Dammit.” She dropped the wood aiming at his feet but missing by a few inches. Dan turned his shoulder to face the tent and then glanced at the fire.

“What the fuck are you talking about, the tent is 20 feet away,” he said.

Megan howled at him, “BECAUSE I HAD TO FUCKING MOVE IT.”

She opened a Hershey’s bar–of course, it was king size–and perched on the floor near the fire. Dan wore a dumbfounded look. What the fuck was she talking about? I had placed the tent just there where it is now, he thought. He marched towards her with, “I left the tent just there before I went to go get wood.”

She stuffed her face with a marshmallow and replied, “whatever,” with a nonchalance. By contrast, he looked entirely concerned. The tent and the fire could not escape his mind.

“Are you trying to tell me that YOU moved the tent away from the fire?” Dan asked.

Megan cackled. “Stop fucking with me, Dan. I’m tired and I’m going to take a nap.”

Just as she was making her way towards the tent, he clutched her arm.

“I’m dead serious,” he remarked.

She pulled away pushing him hard to the floor.  “No, you will seriously be dead,” she said.

Now, on the floor, he watched her get in the tent. Boy, was he pissed. And she was sound asleep when she felt her tent shake abruptly. You have to be fucking kidding me, she thought.

“What the fuck?” she yelled as she stumbled outside the tent.

Dan was completely silent. His eyes were fixed on the fire. At this point, her bitchiness did not phase him, not even remotely.

“Stop playing with me Dan,” she said.

Still, Dan didn’t look her way.

He seemed vacant of emotion. Almost lifeless compared to the vivacious flames of the fire. She marched to him and nudged at his head. He snapped out of it.

“What the actual fuck?” he finally let out.

“What the hell are you doing?” she growled.

“NOTHING!” He stood up almost as if he wanted to go somewhere. But where? There was nowhere to go. They were lost.

“Quit it, Dan, I’m not joking.”

And with that, Megan went back to the tent.

It was 1 a.m. Dan rested his head on a piece of wood watching the fire. Megan was sound asleep in the tent.


To this, Megan awoke abruptly. And then it came again, louder than before.


Without a second thought, she zoomed out of the tent. Dan was lying still by the fire. His pupils red and still vacant of emotion. She let out a nervous laugh.

“Are you trying to scare me, Dan?”

Her words startled him, as though he had not been aware that she was standing over him. He finally stood up.

“What the hell are you talking about? he asked.

She glared at him, a devilish look. “Look, I  heard you laughing, I don’t care to know why, but don’t make me come out again,” she said. He stared at her and studied her face. By the look of it, it seemed sincere. She couldn’t be crazy. I can’t be crazy, he thought.

“What laughing?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You can’t be serious.”

“ Oh, I’m dead serious,” he said.

“No, you are dead,” Meg replied.

“What?” his words stumbled out of his mouth.

You’re going to die,” she said again.

This time, he actually let out a cackle.

“You got me,” he said, Come, sit by the fire. Let’s start over.”

She sat next to him with a grimace. They watched the fire. She gradually lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. He leaned in for a kiss. He devoured her, as she did to him. But now she placed both of her hands on his neck, gripping it tight, almost choking him.

“Not too hard,” he said with a laugh.

With this, she gripped on tighter.

He coughed, panic in his eyes. Tighter and tighter and still tighter she gripped until his face turned purple, and she watched him collapse to the ground. Now, he was literally lifeless. To this, she let out a cackle.

No, it was not an ordinary laugh. It was insidious, too familiar. As a matter of fact, it was the same laugh she heard while she was in the tent.  Why it was her very own laugh.

It was her all along.

Cinderella and Prince Charming

Can you really believe someone has asked me out?

I never imagined this moment would come so soon.

Why, I’m only sixteen.

Really, it’s the sweetest thing.

And I thought I would be forever alone, grasping my pillow under the moonlight, screaming my sorrows away.

Yes, this pillow was the only thing in the world comforting me both physically and mentally, housing my most intimate secrets.

That is no longer the case!

Someone has asked me out and I won’t be late.

How, I twirl under the sun.

I button my pink dress that hugs me so tightly.

I dance in my room as it transforms into a ball room.

I put on that bloody red lipstick.

Red lips have never looked so good on a girl.

Hair so long adorned with the yellowest of bows.

I paint those little toes and put on those glass slippers, for today I am Cinderella.

I hope my attire is appropriate, surely he would love it.

Finally I’m here, right in front of my lover.

How long I have waited for this very moment.

His dark eyes so alluring.

They caress my soul.

His fingers so cute and long.

His figure slim and muscular.

His claws so seductive.

His tail so intriguing.

Those fangs can nibble on my soft skin forever and ever.

He is the devil, and the devil loves me! Forever and ever!





Kill Them

Yes, let me cut them!

How I wish to stab them!

Tear them to pieces!

No, don’t hide them!

No, don’t bury them!

annihilate them!

Good riddance!

Burn them!

Kill them!

Those little lies you tell me

Yes, I’ll kill them!

You disgusting liar.

I’ll send them to the grave!

I’ll send you to the grave!



The Boogeyman

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.


Lab Rat

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



Waiting in Line

Shackled I am as I tread in line.

Everyone gathers around.

Every cursed step I take amuses them.

Deep inside, my veins run cold.

My heart aches.

My soul screams; it might as well jump from out my body.

Hyenas, they are with that collective, strange cackle.

I am that little antelope.

The man that stands in front of me trips over his steps, sending an antsy wave that almost disrupts my balance.

But I know better than to fall.

He, however, doesn’t.

They straightened him alright and real fast.

eyes bruised

lips cut

blood gushing

I don’t know what more is of him…

Yet, still he stands.

And now we have reached the destination.

A rock sits at the center, like a bed.

It is painted red.

No, that’s got to be blood.

It’s not the color that gave it away though. It was that rancid smell.

Swiftly they fasten him to the rock.

First his red-stained arms; next his trembling legs.

He didn’t even put up a fight.

How he welcomed that wretched death with open arms!

The rock rises. I watch him ascend, blocking the only thing natural of this whole situation–the sun.

The men raise him higher, for they wanted the sacrifice perfectly lit before their eyes.

That was when a nasty bloody drop encroached on my forehead.

And then came some more.

He was bleeding out but the game had not even started.

“Men, we must hurry. Remember, the black medal goes to the man with the heart.”

The men stood in line with their bow and arrows, the devil sitting on their shoulders.

The first man prepared his bow. Before he shot, he glanced back at me with a grimace.

And I watched his bow find the target.

I shut my eyes, but terror did not escape my ears.


I opened them and saw an eyeball soaring through the air, coming straight at me!

All the men chuckled.

The oldest of them grew irritated.

“Listen here, boys. Enough of these little games and aim for the damn heart!”

For once, silence came.

Then came the second of them.

I shut my eyes. All I heard was that loathsome POP!

“We got a winner!”

I opened them and watched the old man hold the heart like a trophy.

The rest of them unfastened the body and propelled it into the icy river and watched it float away.

“Bring the next!”

Never in my life had I heard such terrifying words.

I put up a good fight though it was useless.

And now I ascend up the sky.