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Author of horror genre
“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”
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
“I Poked You”
I poked you
Now, you’ve turned black
And it’s spreading
All down your back
Up your arms
I do mean you harm
Down into your legs
With your eyes, you beg
Across your feet
I laugh, you’re beat
Up over your head
You’ll soon be dead
Because I poked you
When you turned your back
Written on February 8, 2021
Author P.S. Kessell 