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Author of horror genre
“The Awakening”
Eyes iced over
Flesh all frozen
Refrigeration for the dead
Darkness weakens
Counting sheep and
Trying to sleep but
Having no success
Ah, light by my head
Bright light shed
All over my head
Waking me up
Trying to move
Fingers following along a groove
Heartbeat stopped so abruptly
Head pops and snaps
Then neck just cracks
Awakening of a new soul
Hunger and thirst increase
Gnashing teeth and
Licking lips
As I break free from death’s grip
Someone’s here
Someone’s with me
Oh, how I love their scent
It’s so delicious
I long to lick him
So I get up
I creep up behind him
He turns and goes nuts
He runs from me
But I can’t let him go
I have to taste him
I bite off his nose
That is when
I lose all control
I fight with him
And pull him down
Hunger insatiable
In death, I’m unstable
Doomed to wander ‘til I’m free
Morgue door opened
My freedom chosen
Now, headed down these ravaged streets
I couldn’t stop biting him
Once he was on the ground
Back bone deep, I am bound
No heartbeat in me
Yet, I thrive
But it’s obvious
I’m not alive
When I’m done
I walk, I wander
I just feed
No time to slumber
Continuously moving forward
For whatever reason
To whatever end
Into the dark
I do descend
For forever, my eternity
“Wicked”
Wicked eyes
You stare at me
I know your intent
You don’t scare me
Wicked soul
You long for me
I know what you want
You can’t have me
Wicked mind
You dwell on me
I know what you think
You don’t know me
You reach for me with your claws
You tighten your grip around my neck
You rip, you tear, you maul
You leave me bleeding, a real train wreck
Wickedness now in my eyes, my soul and my mind, too.
You have made me into another you.
Written on 5/6/2022
“The Melting Pot”
Spoils, spoils
The pot, it boils
Full of angst, hatred and despair
Tip the pot
Disturb the balance
And shake the world of its cares.
Spoils, spoils
A heavy boil, people toil
With no success for their deeds
So we go about,
We plant our seeds
In the nasty, filthy soil
Spoils, spoils
An overflow, an eruption
All have reached their wit’s end
Turn down the flame
Remove the pot
Or all the world will end
Written on 5/9/2022
Shame
Is what I feel
Even though I’m told
I shouldn’t because it
Wasn’t my fault
Those were his
Games
That he made me play
The things he made me do
The things he made me say
Trapped in his world
As a modern day sex slave
They found pictures and videos too
The things I am doing in them are repulsive
Leaving me full of disgust
Yet, I watch some of them looking over those
Pictures and videos and trying hard to cover
Their arousal from just viewing them
They are no better than the creep who did this to me
One of them talks to me
About what a beautiful job I’m doing
But what does that mean?
Does he not understand that I feel so unclean?
They shake hands with my keeper
And walk towards the door
One blows me a kiss
And it becomes quickly apparent
That rescuing me is not what they came for
“Sin vs. Sinner”
Stare deep into my eyes
And tell me what you see
If you stare long enough,
You’ll see the real me
All curled up, lying naked on the floor
I’d tell you my story
But you’d be afraid of me
I curl up around my knees
As you watch on curiously
My spine cracks, snaps
My bones look bare
Your look is so intense
You don’t break your stare
My stringy, damp hair hangs over my face
The sounds that you hear
Are like an animal being chased
Surrounded by water, filling up fast
On my hands and knees now
How long will I last?
I turn toward you
Head held down
I reach out for you
You start to drown
Still staring deep into my eyes
Bloodshot, the sinner cries,
Tears fall from your eyes
Just before your soul dies.
Head tilts. Neck pops. Spine cracks.
And I move on.
“The Chase”
Dark
Secrets
Running
Scared
Anxious
Forward
Crimson
Squared
Forest
Wasteland
Trembling
Scarred
No escape
Shape shifter
Pulsating
Marred
“Death Revealed”
I dream of you,
But you run from me.
I reach out for you,
But you’re just out of reach.
I plead with you to touch me,
But you do not hear my plea.
I beg of you to come near,
But it is all to no avail.
I dream of you.
You’re shivering cold
In a long, black veil.
Written on July 16, 2018
“Things That Make You Go Mmm, Mmm, Mmm”
Things that make you go mmm, mmm, mmm
A healthy heart
Cut at its ripest age
Cleaned and cooked to pure perfection
A man’s penis sliced and diced
During an erection
Always a grand choice
Cooked any way you like
Boiled, baked, or chicken-fried
The brains, oh, the brains
Can be made as sweet as can be
But best served like the fried onion from Applebee’s
Fingers and toes make great finger foods
Pun intended. Just boil and bake, then
Between bread you place them
Each finger and toe, without the nails, of course
You pull those off before you serve the first course
And the first course is salad
As you might have guessed
Diced intestines with small chunks of stomach
Are truly the best
Great for a stew
If you have leftovers, too
Toasted eyeballs
Can’t you see
They’re the perfect delicacy
Now, your four course meal is complete
Definitely not lacking in your choice of meats
But if a thicker, tougher meat you want to try
By all means, go for an arm, calf or a thigh.
Things that make you go mmm, mmm, mmm.
No lie!
Written on January 20, 2022
“That Stare”
That stare
So blank and dark
That cleft in your chin
That eyebrow arch
You look at me
From the shadows
I feel your stare
Without a touch from your brows
You thirst for what runs through my veins
Yet, you behave as though you are shackled and chained
You want to come for me
Your thirst is unbearable
You show me your fangs
I freeze. I’m unmovable.
Even now, you don’t move.
You’re still. You stare.
I feel myself yearning for you.
“Come for me. I don’t care!”
The shadows grow darker, thicker, and wider.
With one last look into your eyes, I collapse to the floor.
People scatter and holler
But only you come forth
“Ma’am, are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?”
I roll my head to look up at you and it’s just
That stare!
Written on January 18, 2022
“Why Were We Commanded to Love?”
Why were we commanded to love one another when love leaves us vulnerable to pain?
If we did not have to love, pain could not overcome.
Why were we commanded to love?
Why were we commanded to love one another when love seems impossible for all?
If we never truly love one another, disappointments we do not suffer.
Why were we commanded to love?
Why were we commanded to love one another when love does not last forever?
If we can not love like You then no love will ever do.
Why were we commanded to love?
Written on 4/12/94
Author P.S. Kessell 