As I look, the slender frame of my hands,

the orange sunset glow, dark stained wall,

metallic taste in the air, it was seeping,

like maple syrup drizzled on those sun baked pancakes.

To think of death and breakfast in the same mouthful,

how devilish and divine.

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He had tried to crawl his way out, but the cloaked figure was much faster. It pulled him by the collar, dragging him, placing him on the top of a wooden table. He couldn’t recognize who the executioner was, their face was covered by a long, thick black mask that covered almost the whole face, save for their eyes.

His body began to tremble. Heartbeat faster, faster, and faster with every single, choked breath. Tears flowed— like a stream- across his face~ from the bridge of his nose, all the way to his chin.

The executioner opened up a mahogany armoire filled with weaponry. From it, the masked figure pulled out a pair of brass knuckles…slipped them on..like a pair of mittens for the cold….

Turned to face the bedraggled guy. He tried to beg for mercy. The executioner snarled, ‘‘Sorry. I need to make this quick. I have another appointment to get to real soon, Julius.’’

As soon as he finished he asked, ‘‘Any final words, Julius?’’

‘‘I’m sorry, Ethel!’’

The executioner paused with the brass knuckles only a few inches from Julius’ face. ‘‘It’s too late to say that now, Julius. Time for you to link up with Thanatos.’’

After what seemed to have been hours, there was a knock at the door. The door began to slowly open, and in stepped a little kid.

‘‘Mommy…I can’t sleep, will you come tuck me in?’’

She locked the door behind her, and took her kid into her arms. ‘‘Don’t ever come to this part of the house by yourself. Alright?’’

The kid nodded his head. He stared back at the room, ‘‘I thought I heard someone scream.’’

His Mommy laughed, ‘‘I stubbed my toe while working out~ doing yoga, & some meditation, it’s good for the soul!’’

When they were back in the kid’s room, she tucked him in, and said, ‘‘Good night...love ya!’’

Before he went to sleep, the kid yawned, then asked, ‘‘What time’ll Papa be home?’’

His Mommy clenched her fists, and unclenched them in a nanosecond. ‘‘Uhm..I…I don’t know...well…*sighs*to be honest, kid, your Papa wont be coming back home. He’s moved on, and left us behind. I don’t think well ever see him again. Don’t worry, Mommy will take great care of you.’’

With that said the kid slowly smiled, closed his eyes…and began to dream about a monster that had taken his Papa away from him. He tried to wake up, but he wanted to see the monster’s face. When it turned toward him, he screamed, ‘‘Mommy!’’

#(Un)holy #Matrimony

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(c) 23rd December, 2022. Friyay

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I open up the vintage tea box from the cabinet. One bag left. Peppermint Tea. I boiled tthe water. It rushed in the kettle like the ocean. I got out a mug from my grandmother. Fine china. Inscribed it said, "Save me a seat at your wedding". I was single still. Twenty-five, and my grandmother had passed three years ago. I pour the tea and set out an empty up next to mine. I like to think she is sitting beside me sometimes, but the glass is always empty. The lights dim in my apartment as a storm brews outside. The peppermint sharpens my senses and for an instant I felt I could see her, reaching for me. But it vanishes as the phone rings. I answer to the sound of her breathing. Grandmother. I hang up, startled. I go to the cabinet where my empty tea box is, and reach for it. I open it up and gasp. The once empty tea box was now filled with my peppermint tea. There was a note. It read, "Don't forget the honey." Next to the tea bags there was a jar of clover honey. Peppermint tea, what else can you do?

A man from the East Coast goes to visit his estranged wife and their children for Christmas. She moved out to California for a job opportunity and he refused to leave the city that he called home. She’s had flirtations with another man, a corporate hotshot, but she still has a family photo with her husband on his desk, and the kids love him to pieces. When he arrives at the airport, he has a huge stuffed bear to give the children, whom he has missed dearly. He plans to meet up with his wife at her high-powered corporate office for a talk, then go see the children with her, then leave to stay elsewhere. That was the plan, at least. Moved by the spirit of Christmas and her still-burning torch for their marriage, however, she invites him to stay at the house with her and the kids. She admits she missed him.

It can’t be too easy for him though, so he observes the West Coast hotshot flirting with her wife. To make things more complicated, the husband realizes she started using her maiden name again. They fight about that, and they rehash past fights, thus reminding them (and the viewers) why their marriage fell apart all those months ago.

But then comes a crisis. I’m still working on the details of what crisis arises, but the corporate hotshot guy she’d been flirting with turns out to be a total flake. The rock-solid man she really loved all along comes through and saves the day; they are fully reunited with a rekindled love. They kiss and drive away to go see their children together and have a wonderful family Christmas while “Let It Snow” plays and the credits and their car tires roll.

You know, a terrorist attack might just be the perfect crisis. I’m thinking, say, Alan Rickman as the terrorist leader? He could be a German. Oh, and Bruce Willis for the hero. Guy’s got a heart of gold.

Anger rumbles through my bones,

thunder roars, crackling over,

the tender skin, fleshy mounds,

intermittently bursting, metal smell,

as blood and puss bursts out,

like life bursting from that,

swollen belly,

Life is born, when burst,

through the belly of an enemy.

The house

didn’t look

clean

every piece

not in place

The house

was ancient

how

it still stood

was a shock

The house

slouched

inward

hanging at an angle:

the Leaning Tower of Pisa!

The house

groaned

like an elderly human

who was ready

for their afternoon snooze

The house

guffawed

at the new family

driving up—

the thrawn path-

The house

sneezed & wheezed

from the collection of~

dust bunnies; pollen;

& spices from Mogadishu.

The house

bellowed

at the new arrivals

letting them have

a taste of chills ‘n’ spills

The house

first let out~

the five headed snake

it came out hissing & spittin’

on the house’s owners faces

Next came

the four tailed jaguar

that leaped over the heads

of the humans & soon,

it had the snake within its jaws

Later,

a three nosed elephant

blew its trunks

out came

a load of cashews

The house

stared at the folks

who stared right back

each one of them

ready to call it a day

The house grinned

in ’bout a couple minutes

the family beheld the sight

of a pair of skeletons

that rattled

The house watched

as the 2 skeletons transmogrified

muscles formed around the bones

ligaments, as well as tendons,

plus a pair of blades as their spine!

The family screamed

& raced back to their flying car

leavin’ some tiny spots/traces

of blood spilled from wounds

caused by direct hits of the blades

The house

creaked,

and yawned….

it had fought a good fight…

with help from some, not all

It had one final act

to call upon

but it could be saved

to use on another day

when called upon by..the house.

#DasHaus. (c) 05.12.2022

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