Reminder On The Wall

I wonder what they’ll see when I’m dead. The grains of time will erase me and leave nothing but bones. Ribs—hollow. Eyes—black. Hair—gone. Hands shackled. Ankles slanted. Toes pointed. Whoever finds me will discover a deceased reflection of what’s inside us all. Written By Grab a knife and stick a pumpkin! Enter into SMM 2016 Carve Your

Boiled Alive

  I know they’re hungry, but I’m poison to the soul. I’ll irritate any bowel and corrupt all vitality. They lick their lips. Impatience will never boil water. They light the fire. I sit and bask—my arms rest upon the warm black pot. They whisper to each other as bubbles pop and splatter my broth.

A Million Bites

The man with the knife grins.  Serrated edges dangle above a crawling body while a bullfrog croaks on top of a dead tree stump. Laughter spews out of this man’s mouth. The body flails its fleshy fins like a fish ripped out of a pond…helpless…only so much time left… He snatches a handful of hair,

Pillow Talk

She impales a sapphire encrusted silver loop through her earlobe, and then glides red lipstick across puffy lips. Black stockings constrict a pair of pale legs while she perches on stilettos.   He’s already passed out. Half empty bottle on the nightstand…same infomercial that’s been on for the past hour…drool spills onto his shoulder, absorbing

You Can’t Drink It Away

He drank heavily.  Forget who you are and what you’ve done. Keep your eyes down and don’t look at it. His plan failed. The full moon mocked him as he stumbled outside; his head spinning and his claws scraping the ground. He growled at a pink elephant in the distance.   *A “pink elephant” is

Season of Death / Ashen Field Pestilence

    A twisting black ribbon glides through the air, its shape changing to the whim of countless pests. Darren wipes his mouth and evicts flies sipping from saliva. “…I don’t think so. Not this time.” He impales a shovel into the dirt—sweat drips onto the rusted spade while Darren heaves dry soil over his