"The only redeeming quality about this story is that the good die and the stupid suffer." ~ Anonymous
The screen buzzes softly
Electromagnetic hum
As a family they sit
Circled ’round and holding breath
“Citizen 9721366
You have been chosen”
Announcer’s microphone whines
The father’s face falls
Recognition dawning
He looks to his son
“Jacob… I…”
The boy looks up
Worry stitching his brow
“Dad?
Isn’t that my number?”
The family embraces and weeps
As the screen returns to fuzz
A dome of light
Encircling grief
Fantastic wordistry. Heart ache and healing~
A new hand has touched
Shaping my meaning
Spills my blood
Like ink
Over these pages
No cruelty here
Love’s finality
Gives meaning
To these words
Tear me apart
Eat my being
Make me part of you
I die happily
I awaken with a start
Head thrashing back and forth
Scanning those shelves
Nothing stirs
The phantom banging
Still ringing in my ears
I gently lift the thin book
Resting on my chest
Setting it aside
I sit, forward leaning
Listening
Expectant
The silence pregnant
Then it comes again
A loud thud
Shaking my chair
Across the room
Upon a wooden table
Sits another volume
This one thick
Leather bound
And embossed
“The Darkness Swells”
The book shakes with the next bang
Almost lifting from the table
Instead
The cover falls open
A hand
Black and inky
Claws from the page
Grasping the table
It drags itself
Slow and deliberate
From the table
Falling upon the floor with yet another bang
It claws and scratches closer
Closer
My whole body trapped
Nightmare torpidity dragging me down
The hand grasps my ankle, crushing bone
I awaken with a start
We lay still
Sweat beading
Rolling down heaving chests
A smile plays upon our lips
Sweetest giggle draws my laughter
We wrap one another up
Laughter drifting to kisses
A quite moment
After explosive passion
Nowhere I’d rather be
The sweet taste
Dances upon my lips
Her lips part
Gentle
Inviting
Enchantress left me enthralled
Gasping for air
But far from coming up for more
I lavish her with tongue lashings
Adoring her every curve
As though sanctified
The soft give of flesh
And tense of muscles
All lead
To glorious crescendo
My chains rattle against stone
No light reaches me so far down
What horror next lies in store for me?
What vengeances shall be wrought?
Gods
The anticipation might just be
The worst part of all
Wait
What was that noise?
A lantern approaches
No
No gods no
This is so much worse
Gods I was wrong
I was so wrong!
Please!
Gods above no!
A response to one of my poems, and oh so delightfully naughty. 💜💜💜
Bated breath released
As the goddess descended
Struck blind by her beauty
He had to feel her form
Curves gave to gentle arms
Which then embraced
Enwrapping her faithful
Then
To acquire
The first
Of many
Little deaths
All she had to do
Was whisper in his ear
“Come to me
Dear sweetest devotee…”
Input awaits
Blink of anticipation
Buzzing cathode
Overhead
Fluorescent hum
A single fan
Squeaks weakly
He sits
Cross legged
Hands hanging
Fingers a breath above
A sharp BREEP
Announces initiation
Fingers fly over keys
Click clack
Fuzzy logic gives way
Clarity in decision
Here the final keystroke
Strikes through
Half a country away
Rolling boards
Streaming numbers
Flick to red
Well dressed men
Panic stricken
Scream and rage
As all they’ve built
Metaphorically
Goes up in flames
Dried Ink Ribbon 