I wish I had Known..
You were a quiet one
Your a shy little red head with beautiful bright green eyes.
Your words were like soft butterflies going into my ears
Your life was tossed around like a bag in the wind but there was something about you that didn't sit quite right
We had been together for about two years before I popped the question
I had finally moved in with you.
One thing that I wish I didn't find was what was in the basement
You were at work and I was looking for a light-bulbs for at night.
The door was locked but I didn't stop there.
I had finally gotten into the basement and as soon as the door swung opened a wave of a tainted metal smell pushed against my face.
I moved down the stairs only to find the smell getting worse.
Without looking I grabbed the first box i could find and ran back up stairs.
A small thing about her is, she was a widow.
In the box was a bunch of labeled disc, one labeled "Day 1 Davis" i was highly curious and popped it into my computer.
Across the screen of my computer was a man tied to a wall, similar to the ones in the basement.
I wish I hadn't moved in with you, I wish i listened to my gut.
Your husband didn't die due to a heart attack.
He died at your hands and now I fear that I am next...
I wish I had known before we got married..
I loved you, I really did love you....
Its not that I wanted to kill her but I just had to, deep down inside of me there was this voice that just kept calling me names and telling me all these things that she had done. I really liked her, like really really liked her but she had to go and say all those things about me.¨ why did you have to go and say that stuff about me, why did you say it all behind my back after I trusted you with every piece and will in my body........but then you went and did it¨ .She was a nice girl, she had everything that a girl would want like a nice body and a nice family, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect everything but I couldn't just let her live any longer. It hurts me just as much as it had hurt you, well not as much because i´m not the one dismembered in box that is hidden underground with a dead animal laying on top of the grave for security purposes.When you were killed I thought about it for a bit and realized that if you buried and they brought the dogs out to come sniff for the body, they will find the location of the body so I considered every option available in keeping the body hidden. That night you invited me over to your house to spend the night, that was the night of your two year anniversary for you and your boyfriend and you chose to hang with all your friends and celebrate. I was the youngest of all the girls that were there and in my defense I was the one who had the most perfect crush on you, maybe more then the love you and your boyfriend shared. After everyone had fallen asleep I grabbed my bag and began to work. In the small compartment of my sleeping bad was a syringe with a needle attacked to the top but it was empty. After pulling the syringe from my bag I filled it with air and waited till it couldn't hold any more and walked over to where you slept, you looked so peaceful with your long blonde hair tied into a long fish tail braid with small pieces of hair sticking out of it from moving around against your pillow but you still looked beautiful. Your skin was beautifully touched by the suns graceful rays and not one tan line was present on your body and I was just go jealous of you. Your skin was soft like a newly born baby with not one flaw or imperfection, no roughness or any kind of bump present. With the needle, I moved to the base of your bed where your feet were and took a deep breathe before pushing the needle between your big toe and second toe, your body flinched but then you went back to being still and motionless then slowly I pushed on the end of the syringe and the air began moving into your body. Your body jerked a bit but then it just stopped moving because with what i have done, I have killed you with just one single action and I felt no mercy to my actions then without any hesitation I had grabbed your feet and pulled you from out of your bed making sure to keep it quiet and dragged you down stairs to the back yard. The back yard was where so many memories had been shared and created with each other as well as dreams and nightmares and I was there for all of them, which was the biggest mistake because i knew where you all buried lucky. Lucky was the worst dog in history but you still loved it no matter what. Its buried about ten feet from the house around where your mom planted all those flowers. We moved to the shed where your fathers power tools were and then that is when the real work had started. Grinding bones apart with a regular hand saw is the hardest thing in the world and there were just so much blood everywhere but the hammer that was near the door came in handy when I used it to break the bone in half. It was around two in the morning when your body had completely pulled to pieces and you turned into a lifeless pile of meat and bone parts. The shoe box full of nails was where i stuffed you and it took a bit but i finally got it. I made my way out of the shed and to the flower garden and began digging up the area around it till I found the dogs dead body and in you went, the box was pushed into the dogs stomach and then reburied the dog. Before the sun got up I ran upstairs and grabbed everything I had brought to the sleepover and ran from the house and luckily my brother was waiting outside for my pick up like we had arranged. Even tho there was a blood trail to the driveway, I still got in the van and we were gone into the wind.¨ I loved you with all my heart, you were the stars in the dark sky that guided me to help but now, you are nothing but don´t worry........ no one has to know what happened to you because I will be gone and every secret shared would lay in the air to never be told again.¨
Her Kiss.
My first kiss,
That one soft moment where two souls become pressed against each other for the first time.
The moment when true feeling become pure and two people become one in each other.
Gentle pieces of skin pressed together for one soft feeling to be remmebered through time.
Her hands were placed gently in mine as we stood there, her silky smooth feeling hands felt amazing with mine. her chest seemed as it was starting to tighten from being how shy she was. Her soft brown hair fell to the sides of her face as we stood there.
My head moved to level with hers and we just starred each other in the eyes before moving forward.
Hesitation was seen in her eyes but we just pushed together and sparks began to fly around the world from how amazing it felt.
The first kiss shared between two lovers, proving love and faith in each other.
What is it like??
What is it like to be loved?
It feels like your life is floating in the sky, like there's nothing that can bring you done.
Its the magical feeling in life when you can stand anywhere and close your eyes and just feel safe no matter where you are.
What is it like to have lost?
Try grabbing your heart and stepping on it, try pushing something hard against your chest and try to breathe.
Try walking past the same place where memories were shared and not remember anything at all.
Wait for me.
"Hold the door for me a bit longer"
A girl shouted as she stood on the window ledge.
Don't close the door
Don't walk away
Hold it a bit longer.
Hold it a bit tighter.
Lead me to the white cloudy fields
Make the journey painless and quick
Don't let me parents know i left.
Don't tell the doorman where I'm going
Don't let them see me as i walk through the door that's always held open.
Something...
I saw god this morning.
The Bible burnt a dark red coloring as it sat there.
As the flames rose so did a figure faint in the scorching flames.
A figure stood there still and non-moving, not even showing emotion
The figures eyes was directed my way as i sit there beside the burning Bible.
I believed that i had inhaled enough smoke to start seeing things that weren't there at the time.
It wouldn't be the first time i do was doing something of this sorts and ended up seeing something.
The other week i was burning dictionaries and ended up seeing dancing potato with a sombrero.
This was normal, there is always something that i see.
In the hallows
Roses are red
Blades are silver
Mother and Father are disappointed
Bath water dark red
Pills and bottles on the floor
Large blades in the water
Cuts on her wrist
Cuts on her thighs
Cuts on her stomach
Cuts on her breast
Was she wrong?
How do you hide
From whats inside
Your mind wont darken
Time to run
Don't look back
Monsters catching up
Broken mirrors
Dead people all over
STOP RUNNING
STOP SCREAMING
Turn around and watch
Children are singing
Singing and dancing
Razor sharp lollipops
Poisoned gumdrops
Children are quiet and still
Winters coming
Roses are white
Blades are red
Monsters are watching
Open mirror portals
Blistered feet
Cut up hands
Bruised stomach
Frozen thighs
Burnt breast
Something in the air
Secrets unfolded
Dont say a thing
Her Future
I was never the same when he came into my room.
An adult friend that i trusted soon became my worst nightmare
Threatened to tell everyone about the pictures
He said that he cared but deep down i knew he didn't care.
A man with a future, a little girl who just lost hers.
Every man she saw sent chills down her spine.
Her boyfriend didn't know why she cried every he tried to hug or hold her.
Every touch against her skin made her flinch and move away.
Night and night he would come in and pay her visits.
Every night taking more and more pictures with his phone and camera.
Every night she laid there, forced to stay quiet so her family wouldn't wake up.
A few times when he visited all she could think about was disappearing forever.
On her wrist were slashes and burns where failed attempts would lie forever
In her stomach was a stampede of pills that made her tired and pain free.
Her body was burnt and cut, thrown off roofs and windows but nothing worked.
I was never the same after i found my fathers hunting cleaver.
One pull across my throat, one dark red painting splattered on my walls and floors.
On the floor laid a child who's future was taken by a man she called her friend.
