‘Say ah’, he said, forcing splinters from the tongue press through my flesh. That pool of blood merits my fear of dentists.
There was both giggling and whimpering around me. I glared at the mirror and saw that it was I that was both appalled and delighted at the dismembered bodies littering the floor.
I always fancied that the teeth of a saw felt very much like pushing your fingers hard against a zipper – sensual almost. But not one of them gave me a straight answer without screaming when I’d ask, ‘does it feel good?’
he fell in love like the moon
her from the barrage of asteroids
she would never see.
her orbit was his and
she guided his path as long as they lived.
his iridescent gaze was hers.
he would guide her nights
and help find the lost parts of her
who would have thought that
astronomical love wouldn’t last forever?
no one knows how it happened;
some say she froze over,
others say he stopped protecting her
and she was hurt.
they’re still friends.
she’s on the self destructive path and he
can only watch on.
he still protects her,
but he could never get close and
protect her from herself.
A cold hand slithered up her calf as she drowsed in bed. Where she expected her husband’s face her eyes found a skinless, wet-wounded countenance glaring at her with a lipless smile.
The old saying tells us ‘home is where the heart is’. My love for her tells me my home is six feet under.
As a child they told me, ‘You’re worth more than them’ – but back then I only slit the throats of animals. When they told me I was worth more than my family, I questioned it for a second before we plunged the knife.