monochrome-ashes

_________________Ⓧ____________________ Something sour, something sweet Bring me something I can eat. Feed me by the evening hour Or your children, I’ll devour. Little girls and little boys I’ll eat them both, with wide grin so coy. I’ll sing my song and lead them stray To the woods where I’ll then prey Upon their flesh, so soft and weak. All night long they’ll scream and scream. Hungry, hungry! Always hungry. Feed me, feed me! Feed me quickly. Feed me now! Or late at night you’ll hear me howl. I’ll follow you, wherever you go. You think you saw me but you’ll never know. Wh

__________________Ⓧ_____________________ And finally, hands rolled into tight spools of cable Thumbs pressed into your long finger As if fumbling your noose By the fistful & handing it Out to snow around the window— Remind me to remind you sometime, When the stifling rub Of arrows marked In green ink & pencil quiet the page To flay the skin from my back. Alternatively we might go for a drink. I’d embarrass myself With talk of ex girlfriends & how the slenderman Might give our children nightmares. You’d say nothing and our full-stops ’d be Like flint on wet shale: The only crack at building fire for miles ____

It started as any other dreary day. I was walking through the dusty halls whene I overheard Stephano arguing with someone. As I continued down the hall I heard a thump, like someone was thrown to the ground. "W-what are you doing!?" I heard Gonzales shout. Curiosity getting the better of me I approached the half closed door and peeked in. "No! N-no stop!" Gonzales was on his back, blood dripping from his arm as Stephano hovered over him. "bother please-" his begging was cut off with a sickening slurch as Stephano thrust his sword strait though the bronze statue's head. I gasped, immediately slapping my brass hands over my mouth as Stephano

Insane? Hallucinations and voices. I think I’m seeing Something now. Look! There it is. What? You can’t see it? No, I swear I’m not insane. It’s right there! A little girl, Black hair, Victorian dress. She’s looking at us, From across the hall. She’s mumbling something. As she walks closer. Where is she going? I think she’s coming, Towards us. Wait! Where did you go? Please don’t leave! Oh no, The little girl. She has a knife. Please come back! I need your help! Where did you go? You just disappeared. The girl, I can hear her now. She’s mumbling about Death She’s lifting the knife.

Stuck in silence, My only consolation in the darkness... Memories die, I will soon be gone... Maybe one day, Everything will come back... Maybe one day, I would be me again... All I know is: I feel so cold...