Poison Promise

Drip – Drip – Drip
A hint of poison on my lips
It would be death to share a kiss
There’s more to life than this

Drip – Drip – Drip
My entire body starts to ache
Pain pulsing through my brain
I wonder what is sane

Drip – Drip – Drip
Sweat scorches upon my brow
Splashing to the ground so loud
Any more, and I might drown

Drip – Drip – Drip
A poison promise for another day
Each day the more that I decay
And my body does betray

Drip – Drip – Drip
How am I supposed to live
Soul slipping from my grip
A slush pile of scripts
Wings clipped
Don’t skip a beat

Drip – Drip – Drip
Equipped with defeat
Chemo and a white sheet

Drip – Drip – Drip
From bed to bag to bones to ash
The poison promise for sure will last

Caged

I once went to the pet store
And purchased all the birds
I wanted to give them more
Than bars and roof and floor

But when I set them loose
They didn’t fly away
Just looked confused
Upon the perch they stayed

Telling someone to leave
Is bolder than it seems

Sometimes it’s safer to stay a while
To act like nothing’s wrong and smile

To sing when you want to scream
To stay in your cage when you want free

Drink

The moonlight compliments her tone
A pale mist glows from her cheekbones
She saunters through the garden
As warden of the roses
Haunting me with pleasure
Tasting me with her eyes
My hunger too, does grow

The night carries her voice
Like a midnight songbird
Luring me to join
Herding me into the void

She coils around me
Chisels at my neck
Nibbles at my skin

She arouses me
Sizzles into sweat
Filling me with sins

She fiddles me with fangs
My brittle flesh sinks
The most sensual pain
I let my lady drink

Car Crash

Have you ever looked at roadkill
And felt sorry for the rat
For the cat crossing the street
The raccoon that lost his bet?

Have you ever felt the thrill
Of a surface barely scratched
When you almost miss a beat
A hair away from a threat?

Now I’m spilling on the pavement
Cracked open like a walnut
Quite the floral arrangement
Of blood roses freshly cut

Torture

I’m fine saying goodbye
to the sun one last time
But he’s too shy to stay
Or just can’t stay awake

I’m fine to say goodbye
to the stars one last time
They twinkle their tears
but forgone are my fears

They used Earth as a weapon
Throwing rocks until I couldn’t walk
Blessing me in Latin
In their dungeon under lock

Rats bit at my shackles
They tried to set me free
With my captors in the chapel
Flawless and lordly

The rack allowed for morning stretches
And trips beyond the hedges
For a moment I could stomach
My limbs pulled from their sockets

I’ve grown tired of my diet
Everything tastes of blood
I try my best not to vomit
Just remember I am loved

By my hearth and by my goddess
By my heart and all that’s honest
I can only hope this harvest
Brings bounty and befits

“Torch her!”
They cried, pitchforks held high

That’s right

Their futures may be bright
But I’m burning bright tonight

Corn Maze

What started off a game
A harmless little chase
Left her panting in the maze
No food or drink for days

Darting in the cornstalks
The shadows start to talk

Delirium walks with her
Stalking like a predator

She ran away from sanity
Deeper into autonomy

The further travelled through the corn
The wayward wanderer is torn

October 31 Daily Spooky Prompt Challenge

I’m sure you’ve noticed a lot of horror themed poems going out, and that’s due to a prompt challenge I created. My goal is to get 1 themed piece out a day. If I can’t, I’ll double up.

Feel free to join me! Just tag me in your pieces so I can check them out. (: ~

Stay spooky 👻

31 Days of Spooky Poem Topics:

1. Possessed Doll
2. Demonic Entity
3. An Apparition
4. Freak Show
5. Cannibalism
6. Stalker
7. Abduction
8. Torture
9. Arachnophobia
10. Asylum Days
11. Car Crash
12. Subconscious Coma
13. Vampiric Seduction
14. Shadows in the Woods
15. Missing Persons
16. Caged
17. Poisoned
18. Conspiracy
19. Creature
20. Blood Stain
21. A Conspicuous Note
22. A Curse
23. The Experiment
24. Soundproof
25. Head in a Mailbox
26. Town that Disappears
27. Bermuda Triangle
28. The Old Campsite
29. Under the Floorboards
30. Mutation
31. The Jack-O-Lantern Carver

Jack

It’s when I’m home from drudgery
And I think I’m all alone
I drown myself in old cologne
That has a stench of acetone

It’s then that I am startled
By him sitting at the table
Moonlight pours from the windowsill
Like my heavy hand last night

Jack
That half-empty bottle
Yesterday’s one-night-stand
He’s back

He doesn’t leave by morning
He whispers of the shining

All night in my sleep
In the backseat of my car
In meetings
At the park

But I only answer after dark

The message is in the bottle
Half full of alcohol

When he finally cedes, that’s quite alright
I’ll get a new one the next night

Arcadia

Pockets don’t need pennies
In the countryside
Just nature and the breeze
Make me feel alive

None go hungry
In the land of milk and honey

Safe and sheltered
From the disarray and vector

Such splendor is Arcadia
Seasoned with ideas

Latticed with leisure
Baked with pleasure

A recipe for dreams
That appear when you wake
Take a sweet taste of cream
But save the slice of cake

Love/Hate

To celebrate the month of Valentine’s Day, a poetry community I’m part of decided to dedicate this month with a Love/Hate prompt. This is a collaboration with the talented Janelle Erin Elizabeth Peters.

My heart sinks to the scale
Puts on some extra pounds
I’m a strong-willed female
And this won’t get me down

I try my best to love myself
Even when I don’t know how
I put my makeup on the shelf
I’m just fake why can’t you tell

A mirror is my best friend
But not because I’m vain
Though I’d like to pretend
I’m pretty, just the same

I want you to love me
But I don’t need you to
I guess it’s not above me
To ask this of you

I hate that I can’t see
Beauty in myself
Instead I’m in envy
Of everyone else

I have to keep on trying
To find my love within
I can’t let demons blind me
I cannot let them win