I scream of RED

Swimming in seas of red.
my head
spins.
Empty bottle -
none left to share.
Red red everywhere. (and none a drop to drink)
Berry aftertaste. Delicious red.
Cheap twist; twist for me
drunken haze.
Long works days.

I'll grow my hair
till it reaches the floor.

Non sense
no sense.

Night Mares

Ghostly visages swim in the air around me. As I gasp for air,
dead horses gallop through my lungs
stealing my breath.

I cannot breathe.

The air is cold around me. Hoof beats drum in my ears.
I cannot block out the sound. The volume increases:
louder - louder;
they come from all sides.

Riders of the night.

They form a circle around me in the air.
Their eyeless gaze follows my movements as
I thrash about on my bed. While I twist, the sheets wrap
around my limbs and constrict me.

I cannot move.

Night Tremors.

Stolen pictures

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

Caressing her soft skin,
as he gently constricts
her arms on the ground
with his knees.
He kindly presses the knife
to her pale throat
to quell her screams.

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

As the tears streak
down her flush cheeks,
he sensually licks
the blood from her wounds.
The fear inside rises
to her eyes
and she knows she
Cannot escape his -
his lust.
His love.

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.

Bruises slowly appear
on the surface of her broken body.
Coughing blood and spewing phlegm.
She realizes she
Cannot escape his wrath -
Cannot escape him.
She's come undone.
She's moving on . . .

Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.