Slashers, Freaks, Boogiemen and Ghouls, etc

As he awaits death row
There's something I think you ought to know
He has no remorse for the woman he killed
All died by his hands, this was the ultimate thrill
He has a list here of each girl, their age and how they died
Some had memento's he kept near his bedside
They all deserved to die, for the filth they were
Some were on drugs, while others would philander
 
Here's his list in year order:
 
Melissa age 18, dead in 1994,  
cut her throat as she bled to death on the floor
 
Mary age 18, dead in 1995,  
disemboweled her in his kitchen, she pleaded, she cried
 
Tonya age 19, dead in 1996,  
smashed a bowling ball over her head, dumped her in the sticks
 
Lauren age 21, dead in 1998,  
always eating something, poisoned her plate
 
Jennifer age 26, dead in 1999,  
bat to her head, tired of hearing her whine
 
Michelle age 24, dead in 2001,
loved to get fucked anally, stuck a butcher knife up her bum
 
Erica age 27, dead in 2003,  
loved, blood, death and cum, murdered when he hanged her from a tree
 
Kathy age 36, dead in 2004,  
purposely ran her over walking to the store
 
Peggy age 41, dead in 2006,  
died one night choking on a pair of chopsticks
 
Lisa age 25, dead in 2008,  
violent encounter as he beat, tortured & raped
 
Maureen age 39, dead in 2011,  
always doped up, sliced her veins, she wanted to go to heaven
 
Allison age 38, dead in 2013,  
robbed and shot her, easy as 1,2,3
 
Tina age 22, dead in 2014,  
a vegetarian who choked somehow eating green beans
 
Theresa age 25, dead in 2020,  
he cut out her tongue, choked to death, he thought it was funny
 
Andrea age 29, was suppose to be next,  
but somehow she survived

He took her out a few times on a date
One night she was snooping around, inside his place
She discovered some bracelets, jewelry and other items
She started probing him, her suspicions heightened
 
He asked her to stay
Before he could trap her
She left and drove away
 
The police arrived a few days later
Andrea he loved
She was nothing more then a traitor
 
All puzzle pieces began to fit
The police interrogated him
Outsmarting them with his wit
 
Though he thought, until they presented all this proof
Families came forth, police securing facts
Hoping for a technicality, hoping for a goof
 
He was eventually sentenced to death in the year 2024
Four years from the last murder
If he wasn't caught he would of continued for sure

See the pack of lies
ravenous wolves in wool sweaters
running on the ice within your eyes
until they fall to their deaths in
fake tears

Years ago I would have thought you
beautiful, but now I smell the horses
breath upon you and see the trampled
bodies over your shoulder, you’re a
liar and I hate you


A hatred that burns and leaves my
heart branded, it beats to the tempo
of war drums in the distance, I lose
myself in the smoke and choke on
the childhood memories

Your future is apocalyptic
a fate sealed by your very touch,
You will see my face only once for
I will taste the blood and you will
taste the blade

The taste of my own blood is not satisfactory
I need for him to come back to me
I may have taken too much; I will admit
I can't hold back I'm a greedy bitch

Pass the blade across my lips.
Feeling the trickle down to my tits
He looked into my eyes it's saying nothing was there
Two black pools of loss and despair

He got away out the window and down the wall
He must have broken his leg it’s a hell of a fall
“You must come back to me
I'm being so sweet

Daddy, come back to me
what we started is not complete.”
You wanted to see everything
You wanted to be my everything

I want to give you everything
Am I not wearing Mama’s ring
You wanted to take the innocence from this soul
There is no innocence, there is no soul

You should have reached the road now
That is a shame
It’s any time now
You’ll be back in pain

I will wait and bleed.
Until your return
I love you, Daddy
It’s me, your little fern.

Her core rose up high then it swayed,  
To the coaxing of his tongue, she prayed.  
Her salty well was broken,  
No more words were spoken;  
She sighed when he came with his blade.  
 
In a dark deed of love gone amuck  
His blade was a bit of bad luck.  
Her mother would cry  
For the daughter who died
On the night of her very last fuck.  

She is at again,
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release

From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets

There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her

She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples

Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions
providing that perfect cover
to get away with it

The power is too much sometimes
knowing she wields not only the goods
to deliver pleasure, but those of extreme pain

But they have no idea of that,
and for her
that is the height of the thrill
stronger than lust

The anonymity of the fake name
and the rigorous travel,
well worth it
for the intended mission

The generous
are more at risk,
but she doesn't do it for the money,
there is a selection process
vetting those that might benefit
from the range of her services

Their judgement
clearly clouded
by the bare breasts
and removed thong,
they willingly surrender their cell
for her to tap in the digits
so they can get that fatal text
to meet her afterwards
at an undisclosed location

She favors the public parks,
geo-mapped on her phone
for quick convenience
and most importantly,
minimal clean-up.

They arrive so hungry for more,
hard as steel in anticipation
that they hardly ever feel
the first plunge of the blade

But it disables them enough
for a few more quick jabs
before the real artistry begins

To see their warm blood run,
dabbing her finger in for a taste
seeing shock in their faces
the gasps and gurgles
hanging onto life
for one more precious second

And a day or two later,
that man discovered,
just a mutilated corpse

The aftermath,
just as integral as the dispatch itself,
putting a community on edge
with subsequent rumors and a dead-end investigation

It usually takes a few days
for that high to wear off,
just enough to carry her through
to the next booking.

CW:

sexual assault


Two friends sit
at a picnic,

at the beach.

One, a teacher.
A woman.

Into men.

The other, a waiter.
A man.

Into men.

So, she doesn’t need to fear
the request for sex.

Been friends since school.
And now, both twenty-six.

Life’s proceeding.
Will continue to.

The students
often scrabble.

And shout
at her.

And never
seem to

do work.

But she
enjoys her job.

She laughs.
Smiles.

Gazes at
the high noon sun.

Turns to him.
Smiles still deeper.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he grins.

“Glad I had the day off,”
she says.

Just then, she returns.

To. To that person.
That man.

Who claimed
himself her friend.

And… One night…
His hands.

She shudders,
as slightly as she can.

Turns back
to the cresting sun.

Then back
to him.

And she smiles.

Rent empties her.
Bills shear.

And life often thwacks.

But now, they can sit.
Here.

They can picnic,
two sunlit battlers,

illuminated warriors.