The first kill is the hardest. You’re hesitant, unsure if you’re doing it correctly, worried you’ll make a mistake and get caught. After you get away with the first, the rest are easier. But more than that: thrilling.
I found my passion for killing as a young child when I squeezed the life out of my cat and lied to everyone that she ran away. I buried the body in our backyard. We now have a sprawl...
I watch as I’m drained out of him
Slowly, slowly as he quietly fades away on the hospital bed
I watch death’s grabby fingers clutching at air
Eager to get its hands on him
It pulls and pulls, making every vestige of me disappear
There’s no point in even trying to save him
Death’s chains are more powerful
It steals all the beautiful flowers and I’m left with the charred, black ones
I can admit, I’...
I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder, the weight feeling like a boulder on my back. I flinched as yet another glass shattered on the floor, followed by my mother’s high-pitched screaming.
“I can’t believe this! You gambled all our money away again!”
And like always my father replied with a soothing “It was a mistake,” that always got on my nerves. My mother’s too by the sound of it.
I walked...
“Don’t lie to me”
You said, the first day we met
You looked so serious then
To me, at least
With your sticky fingers clutching mine
And your earnest brown eyes boring into mine
“I have too many people lying to me already”
All I wanted was to play freeze tag
But you held me in place
Until I promised
So I did, to appease you
I didn’t understand why you were asking
Of course I wouldn’t lie to you...
A cold glass of water on a sticky, summer morning. A cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket in front of the fireplace on a dark, winter night. The bright autumn leaves falling as you breathe in the crisp fall air. The bloom of flowers once again after freezing winter months.
I trace my fingers across the words as they morph into something else. Suddenly I’m in the middle of the battlefield watchi...
I sip my coffee and eavesdrop on the conversation next to me.
“The Author hasn’t sent a note in 2 years,” one girl says in hushed tones.
“Yeah… do you think…” the other girl replies, the question left waiting for someone to finish it.
“They died?” I whisper from right behind them.
They both shriek and turn around.
Once they see it is me, they relax.
“Raven! How are you?” the first girl, Cas...
Love is strange
Unexpected, but welcome
Sought out, and disappears
Sometimes it’s dark and twisted,
Holding you in a tight grip
Watching you struggle with glee
A foolish game of cat and mouse
Where pleasure is derived
From seeing love suffer
Other times it’s a warm embrace
Sunshine on a sticky summer day
Or eating popsicles on the front porch
Laying in bed with a good book
Or with your cat laying ...
If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?
Would you hold it in your palm, but keep quiet?
Would you hold it above your head, loud and proud?
Or would you crush it until it breaks?
Until it smashes to the ground, glass on glass
7 different pieces, each one molded to your touch
I trusted you, but you took advantage of my love
The spirals cascade, the betrayal sets i...
March 19th, 1999
Her first cry pierced the earth
Marking her place in the world
Her mother’s tears flowed freely
July 22nd, 1999
Her first laugh, unique and her own
Sweet and tinkling like precious crystals
The desperate need to freeze time
And watch that moment over and over
May 9th, 2000
When she first babbled the word “mama”
Her mother’s hugs and kisses and “I love you”s
Flowing unconditional...
That fateful day
On December Ninth
I’ll never forget
I left the house
After our fight
In a fit of rage
And tears rolling
Down my face
If only I had stayed
Maybe I could’ve
Stopped it
Maybe I wouldn’t
Be sitting her now
With the police
Recounting how
I left the house
Over and over
And over again
If only
I had been there
Maybe you would still be here
Laughing and smiling
Hugging and cuddling me
I ...
