A Night with Jeffy
Hello my name is Jeffery.
You look so sweet and savory.
We should get another drink?
This bar is getting kinda dull, you think?
Why don't you come home with me tonight?
Maybe even a bite?
Now that I have you here alone
Oh, that shrine? it's only made of bone
Wait! Please don't run away from me
I have something to fix that, just you wait and see.
They always run, no one wants to stay.
That's why I developed a precise type of way .
This may hurt as I drill into your skull.
The acid will eventually cause the pain to dull.
First convulsion you shake and shake.
After that we can finish our date.
I like it when you start to foam from the mouth.
Love Zombies that's what I'm about.
Hopeful
Nicotine stained fingertips on me.
You only see, what they want you to see.
I can't sleep, but I really want to sleep.
dreams don't come, so naturally.
I'll take my pill, maybe I'll take two.
You have to take them, they're always watching you.
poison me with happiness, try to make me smile.
end this infinite sadness, that keeps me docile.
After awhile, life's not bad
and suddenly you realize, you're not that sad
Fuck what they say, fuck what they do
It doesn't matter, its only up to you.
The phone call
The phone started to ring.
"Hello!" he answered holding the knife to her throat.
"Yes, Hello my name is Detective Steve Hendrix may I ask whom I am speaking with?"
"Detective?" he tightened his grip daring her to make a sound "Why on earth would you be calling me?"
The detective let out a sigh.
"Can you just answer the question."
"Yes.. Yes, My name is John Waters" he licked the side of her face, she cringed at the smell of his breath.
"Mr. Waters, exactly the person I would like to speak with, is there anyway you can come down to the station"
He stopped licking her, more attentive and straightening his back
"Right now is not a great time for my detective, you see I have had a family emergency come up my aunt has come down with a bit of the sniffles and I am traveling to Arizona in 4 hours." He kicked her to the ground she let out a whimper.
"Arizona? For the sniffles? I am sorry Mr. Waters but it is very important that you come down within the hour or we will have to serve an arrest."
He picked up a pair of sewing scissors, he showed them to her, she drew back.
"Arrest for what? you'll have no leg to stand on"
He started to cut the bottom of her shirt inching upward towards her chin.
"Suspension of kidnapping, Mr. Waters"
He stopped cutting.
"With all apologies Mr... what did you say your name was again?"
"Detective Steve Hendrix..." the detective interrupted.
"oh yeah Detective Hendrix but it is of most importance that I make it out to my aunt she is deadly ill and I'm afraid she wont make it through this one." he plunged the scissors into her throat blood oozing from the gash.
"Can you just answer me this then have you seen a woman, age 23, short brown hair, medium build?"
He plunged the scissors deeper. She let out gargling chokes as the blood started to suffocate her. She shook trying to free herself with every bit of energy she had left.
"No Detective I cant say that I have I usually just stick to myself if anyone would know it would be that old noisy senile Mrs. Wallace across the street."
"What's that noise in the background" asked the detective.
"Have a wonderful day Detective Hope you find her." he hung up the phone.
Life with conditions
Life can change so fast in a blink of an eye. I love this man so much for what's it worth he is the only man I've lived with. I met him when he was 17 and we would play together all the time.
We go on walks from noon to 2 until day I tried to fight another at the park, they got to close and I'm a very jealous. He yelled at me and it made me upset so I hid for hours until he apologized, he's always been a sucker for my sad eyes.
He graduated high school recently I've never been more proud. I was there for the ceremony, but I had to wait in the car; I kissed him when he came out all dressed up in his gown.
We moved into a new apartment, and he gave me a room that I could put my things. I love this new house there is room to run, we like to chase each other as a past time activity. We have so much fun together and that's why I love him he makes me so happy.
He works all the time and I never get to see him as much, but we still sleep together here and there. I see him more then he sees me. He makes sure I have food in the house and something to drink which is so sweet. I have my own spot on the couch. He laid a blanket there for me to let me know it was mine, that's what makes him so great.
Last Christmas we visited family and friends, they all were excited to see us. He bought me so many gifts. I got a new necklace, a new plate, and various other things, he knows me so well I wish I could have got him something in return so I give him lots of kisses to show my gratitude.
It's been 8 years since we moved into this apartment, and I have lost my youthful energy and I tend to just lay around and sleep, but when he wants to run around and chase each other I still try to give it my best because I'll do anything for this man.
Someone tried to break in one night and I had to protect him he was asleep, they came through the window, so I had to defend him he never even knew this had happened.
It's been 4 days and I haven't seen him, his family has shown up and started to move his stuff out of the apartment. I can hear them talk about him something or another about he was in a car wreck and how he was in the hospital. They told me I would go live with them because he was in a better place. They chained me up in the backyard of their house. I miss him so much that the only thing that will listen to me is the gaint light in the night sky. I haven't eaten since he left I'm just not that hungry maybe he will show up and tell me I need to eat and I will do it when he does.
Family
I've never been comfortable in my own skin, rigid and deformed from my infatuation with fire. That's why I'm a collector of fine human leather, homemade and picked from the herd. I have to drink, enough to drown out the screams, the suits are excellent if taken while alive. I have to keep my trophies moisturized, they become brittle, and crack. It would be a waste to lose such precious artifacts.
I keep them hidden in a secret wall, but I take them out and strut in my living room like a runway model walking on the stage. I look so beautiful when I'm someone else, either blonde or Burnette or hair of red. Some may think I'm sick, or crazy and I might agree it depends on of I took my medicine that day.
My brother was over one day and almost found my collection a total of 49 pieces. I had to make him understand. He resides at my house now, but in the cellar. I may make a piece from him and call it breathen within breathen. I give all my pieces names; scarlet letter, king in queen, you get the hint.
I have a new piece in mind, I've been watching her she lives close to where I stay. She reminds me of my mother she died years ago, and with this piece I could start to build my family.
Mommy loves you part 1
She sat across from her children, she loved them before why cant she feel it now, it must be they look like him. She sees his face everywhere thats what happen when you marry a star. how could he leave so easily leaving her alone with these brats and youth stealers. How can he have the freedom to run apart fucking anything he comes in contact.
"Kids you wont have any school today we are going to take a trip." she said forcing a smile
"Is daddy coming it wont be fun without daddy there" said the smallest out of the children.
Her cheeks grew flush her teeth gritting "No sweetheart daddy is busy right now it will just be us going."
The childrens faces all frowned but lit up to the idea of no school
"So why dont all of you go get your shoes on and be sure to grab a jacket, its cold out this mornig dont want you to get sick." she said picking up the plates off the table.
She had no plan when she told them they were going on a trip she just couldnt stand the silence in the room, her urge to scream. Her need to get away from the memories in this house.
February
the days are short, and a chill fills the air
gooseflesh covered skin, with standing hair
they say we live in freedom, but I feel locked up, and controlled
Am I a winner, because I feel lonely and old.
my heart beats cherry red blood through my wrist, shadowed by blue corded veins
all that february brings is memories and pain.