Horror

Trafficked

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Somewhere over the rainbow
Someone will hear my cry of “No”
 
Lured in a parking lot
Before I knew it, my arms tied in a knot
 
Could this be happening?
Head against his car slapping
 
Eyes blindfolded
The terror has unfolded
 
Taken to a cold house
He tore open my blouse
 
Threw me onto the bed
Monster and his friends then fed
 
Once untied
I asked why and cried
 
“Right place at the right time,”
He said, “You’ll earn me a pretty dime”
 
I stared out the window
From this place of hellish limbo
 
And saw a line of men
Foxes to devour a hen
 

Little Piggy

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This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

Two Books

crowdfundingIt’s been quiet for the past few days because I finally started writing my children’s book and started an Indiegogo (crowdfunding) campaign to assist with the publishing of it and another book in the works (in addition to hunting for illustrators for the two books).  So feel free to check it out!

In other news, D and I have our next doctor’s appointment on Tuesday and, hopefully, we’ll be able to find out the sex of the baby via an ultrasound.  As long as he or she is healthy, I don’t care about the sex.  It would just make planning (code: shopping) for him or her easier.  In the meantime, I’ve been adding gender-neutral things (i.e, stroller, car seat, play pen, and other gear) to the registry.  My sister’s throwing a baby shower for me in the next couple months so I wanted to make sure that the registry had at least a few basic/must-have items.

Mom (in-law) is coming in for a visit tomorrow and that means lots of cleaning today as well as making sure the fridge is fully stocked.  The place still looks like a warehouse (even though it’s been a full month since we’ve moved in) so my first order of business today is to finish clearing up all the boxes.  So much to do, so little time…

Charmed

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Charmed to make your acquaintance
My name is Bob
You seem low maintenance
 
But don’t get me wrong
Au naturale is the best
Been here all along
 
Watching and waiting
Patiently observing
Pining and baiting
 
“Oops–could this be yours?”
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“But here, let me get the door”
 
“Has anyone ever told you
How beautiful you are?
Not sure if you knew”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“Excuse me, but I have to ask
Could you walk with me halfway?”
 
“I am new and I am lost
Would you be so kind
As to guide me through this frost?”
 
“Sure,” you say, “I’ll let you lead the way”
“Thank you, my dear”
Predator and prey
 
“I think I see my car–
Will you come with me to see?”
“Sure,” you say, “as long as it’s not far”
 
“To thank you for being so kind,
I have something for you in mind
Although not very refined”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway
As I must be leaving now”
“But here, let me grab it, anyway”
 
Pop goes the trunk
And I grab my love
Hit her head and hear a “clunk”
 
As I place her in the trunk
And tie her arms and legs
She came to and seemed in a funk
 
“Please let me go,” she cried in dismay,
“Whatever you want–just let me go”
“No,” I say, “but thank you, anyway”
 
 
 
 

The Doctor

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Come into my office
And have a seat
 
Let me have a look at you
What pretty feet
 
Now put this sheet on you
I won’t peak
 
Don’t mind my hungry stares
I’m not a freak
 
Just a lonely man
Whose profession lets me sneak
 
A touch here and a grab there
Under the guise of a health geek
 
 

Naughty or Nice

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“Have you been naughty or nice?”

I wake up to see a smile full of sharp, yellow teeth.  He’s standing at the foot of the bed with an axe covered in blood.  With a gasp, I bolt toward the door.  His long nails claw my hair as I run, almost tripping on the hardwood floor.  My heart pounds as I sprint toward the stairway.  If only I can make it downstairs.

“Have you been naughty or nice?”  His voice is close and I can smell his rotting breath behind me.  SLAM.  The axe crashes into the wall within an inch from my right ear.  The stairs seem a mile long.  Instead of taking one step at a time, I can take two or maybe even three.  I have to.  But would I make it?  I take a deep breath and jump over as many as I can.  I need to fly. 

The monster’s talons grab a hold of my left shoulder.  I fall back on a step and tumble down the remaining flight of stairs.  The back of my head hits the bottom of the staircase.  Lying there with my head throbbing, I see large eyes and a wide bear trap smile.

“Have you been naughty or nice?” he purrs as he raises the axe.