ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Scars were her poison always ugly in day ripped her own heart out as if to say: sing not to me I care not at all I am who I'll be or I'll be not at all [May 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (66) A World With You (Poetry) - [49 words] After Dark (Poetry) I used to really like the nighttime... [74 words] As Bad As I Make It (Poetry) - [51 words] Bad Answers (Poetry) It's ok on the surface. [60 words] Beauty Of Horror (Poetry) - [87 words] Begging Forgiveness (Poetry) - [60 words] Broken Tears (Songs) Had a weird afternoon... inspired a song... I hope this one is less confusing to everyone than the last one I posted! [279 words] Canyon (Poetry) More adventures in cutting. [18 words] Caress (Poetry) Took excerpts from In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan and The Knife by Richard Selzer and made them into a poem. really focused on style in this one... [76 words] Comfort (Poetry) - [120 words] Coming Together (Poetry) For now I am calling it a work in progress, but would appreciate feedback on whether it sounds incomplete or not. [109 words] Daybreak (Poetry) - [75 words] Devil Screams (Songs) I don't like it. maybe you will. or maybe i'll just delete it tomorrow. [130 words] Doomed To Be Free And Fanciful (Poetry) - [75 words] For Leah (Poetry) Because I now know why one isn't sainted until after death. [61 words] Forcing Eternity (Poetry) I'm so impatient. [93 words] Getting Ahead (Songs) Well, if you can't get ahead in life, you choose the next best thing, perhaps... [206 words] Going Down (Poetry) - [224 words] Hand-In-Hand (Poetry) - [53 words] I Hate Making Titles 2 (Songs) Song. [128 words] Identity (Poetry) - [134 words] In Time (Poetry) A real enough place. [99 words] Lawrence (Poetry) The [brief] story of a man. [95 words] Like A Hot Knife Through Butter (Short Stories) - [281 words] Like Waking (Poetry) - [86 words] Likely (Poetry) - [62 words] Losing (Poetry) - [103 words] Mirror Games (Poetry) - [135 words] My Lamb (Songs) Not sure what it is... I call it a song only because I sang it while I wrote it... but it could quite possibly be a poem, too. The way it's sung, it's sweet and smooth when it starts, then gets faster... [71 words] My Last Night With Her (Short Stories) A quick story. [448 words] My Soul Is A Hole (Poetry) - [92 words] Needless (Poetry) - [60 words] Never Let Me Go (Songs) - [311 words] Nothing But Touch (Short Stories) Haven't had inspiration lately, so I picked ten random words and wrote around them. [239 words] Ode To Losing Late Nights (Poetry) Stupid ramblings about losing stuff ... like the love of your life ... [90 words] Once I Hit The Ground (Poetry) - [99 words] Passion's Ruins (Poetry) - [56 words] People (Poetry) A little mindlessness. [41 words] Please Every Night (Poetry) Don't wake me up. [72 words] Raven (Poetry) - [83 words] Released (Poetry) - [37 words] Ringing Of War (Songs) Just a song... [204 words] Rodents And Reptiles (Poetry) - [68 words] Schism (Songs) I posted this before, but it disappeared somehow... it's a song kind of like "not my god" which I wrote a while ago.. I suppose you could call it part 2. [269 words] Silent Stalker (Poetry) - [59 words] Sisters (Poetry) - [80 words] Slave (Poetry) You decide who/what it's about... [58 words] Smooth White Plastic (Poetry) - [113 words] So Bold A Man (Poetry) Inspired by one of the many amazing paintings by Zdislaw Beksinski who just recently passed away. (http://www.novumgallery.pl/beksinski/bex4.html) [72 words] Soft (Poetry) - [115 words] Someone Without You (Poetry) I despise trying to do this. [84 words] Summer Song (Poetry) It comes and goes on its own accord... [120 words] Take Me Home (Songs) I dunno about this one... it sounded good when I sang it, but the chorus might be too long, making it too repetitive... and besides that, it might just suck. tell me what you think. [179 words] Taking Control Of What Is Mine (Poetry) - [32 words] That Bed (Poetry) Was at my parents' place this weekend and it felt so weird... [24 words] The Best Of Me (Poetry) - [202 words] The Novel China Doll (Poetry) Seen too many things like it. [52 words] The Worst Thing (Poetry) - [83 words] Think Of Me (Poetry) I cry so often over him lately... [169 words] This Heart (Poetry) - [60 words] To Warm Me (Poetry) I guess it's a poem. [147 words] Tool Of The Gods (Poetry) - [104 words] Twisted Figures (Short Stories) Just wrote it down as it came to mind.. no sense or anything :) [294 words] Ultimately At Your Service (Poetry) - [82 words] Unrest (Poetry) Another short one. [28 words] Wschod Slonca Krwawy (Poetry) - [95 words]
The Wild Flee Rae
She smacks me because she can’t see him. He doesn’t like her. He runs. I cry for him.
“Stay!” I scream. “Don’t you dare leave me! They’ll kill me! I swear to you they’ll kill me! You’ll be sorry! Sorry when you see my rotting corpse, you filthy little fuckhead!” She pushes me to the wall and has a knife to my throat.
“There is no one there,” she says through her teeth. “No one. Do you hear me?” I nod slowly. She brings the knife down. Pieces of her dark brown hair are in her face. There’s a green pepper on the cutting board. My face is red; more with fury than the palm of a frightened mother’s hand.
He doesn’t care? He’s never left when I needed him. Oh, and I needed him so bad then. Why, he could have taken the knife and stabbed her so many times… But what if he ran then and I’d be the only suspect? That rotten little prick would have used my very own fingerprints and wiped the blood on me when he finished! Lucky for the little coward he ran before I could get my hands on him! I could grab that knife and track him down before he got two blocks. I’d saw his fucking legs right off his goddamn yellow-bellied body then use them to beat the ever loving shit out of him. That’d teach him a thing or two. Teach him to run out on a battle.
The woman. She’s saying something. Pills. Pills, I don’t want to take pills. They take me to hell. The devil himself dissolves in my throat and takes me over. He makes me say things and do things that really are perverted and vile and the man and the woman only smile and say, well, that’s much better. He straps me down, squirming in my very skin. He staples my mouth, stakes my spine, knits my hands, and laces my mind.
No pills. I’m wild; I’m supposed to be wild. The wild hunt, the wild stalk, the wild… flee.
“You know why you don’t see anyone, right?” When the evil is already in me, it makes me answer that no one is there. It makes me lie. The woman is handing a glass of water to me. Pill is next.
My eyes dart to the door. That scoundrel got away. I’d hold that pill beneath my tongue and tear through that door and down the street and when I find him I’ll claw his Godforsaken eyes out and shove the hellhounds down his throat.
The woman squeezes my chin and looks into my eyes.
“Why is no on there?” she persists. My eyes darken as I tear them from hers, towards the open door.
“’Cause he got away.”
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