Monthly Archives: October 2012

Present for the Vampire that has Everything

image by davnull on Flickr

she had completed countless
elixirs of love and fame
buckets of alchemic
‘hay into gold’
and hundreds of invisibility,
flight, and even a few cures

her craft was highly guarded
she never advertised
and vetted every customer
through divine spells
and truth systems
redundant to hell and back

she finished the final touches
on the poison
the only one she had ever
accepted a commission for
it was so specific and the intent
of the purchaser
felt true somehow

every harmful creation
by design, could not harm her
she had contracts and lawyers
on retainer, just incase
but the potion itself
she knew
was her masterpiece
it seethed of death
darkness no light could reach
and pain, exquisite pain

she called it
‘Little Death”
because on top of all the other symptoms,
the imbiber would orgasm
to death


beginning to blur

image by jeangoff on Flickr

every night her dream was the same
blood red reflection
uncharacteristic pose
barren landscape with winter trees
burnt sky that hung in the back of her throat
and the Gothic frame that she somehow knew
was cold enough to freeze skin

she watched herself be watched
someone with lust and power on their mind
wanted her to see, to feel the watched shiver
they showed her doing horrible things
to strangers every night, and afterwards always
this image frozen until she woke
like a snapshot of things to come
unavoidable

the voices during the day
had grown louder
and everywhere she looked
eyes, faces watched her
whispered her destiny

she doesn’t want to sleep anymore
but she doesn’t want to hallucinate
and the distinctions are beginning to blur


family secret

source unknown from Flickr

i never willingly showed anyone
my fashion was dictated by it
no one is supposed to have
an eye on their arm

i tried to lovingly label it
my third eye
but who was i kidding?
it’s an eye socket
along with tear ducks and lashes
no eye ball
no sight
although it does itch
in the morning sometimes

my family pretends it doesn’t exist
my boyfriends have never seen it
my doctor wouldn’t believe her eyes
but i live with it

the one person outside the family
who knows about it
is our preacher
and he calls me spawn
includes the word spawn in his sermons
and spends extra time blessing me
about once a month he asks
if my curse has ended yet
i just shake my head

no one knows
late at night
i can feel an eyeball there
wiggling around
and i have to physically hold
the lid shut to avoid seeing
the glowing red pupil
staring at me


it came to be know as the Death Barn

Image by +Pat Kight. on Google+

i knew i had to go in
but my legs wouldn’t move
my stomach fought my control
the smell threaten to turn my brains to mush

death hung around the barn
in a cloud of fumes
no one could mistake
the whole team waited for my move
and i had to master myself
but still my legs rebelled

“Hey boss, you want I should go in first?”
Lui called fromt he back of the crowd
showoff
i held my hand up for silence
and took a step further into the fog
of burnt flesh
rotten organs
and ritual magic
all of which fought in my brain
for supreme evilest smell

“Wait a minute, didn’t we create spell
to block these aromas?”
i called over my shoulder
“Yeah, but we have to wait
for the initial sweep, as smells tell us
as much as any other sense,” my doomed answer came

fuck me, i hate this work
i forced my body to obey
i walked and placed my hand
i pushed the giant creaky door open
waves of smells and lingering magic
crashed against me

i love this job


the food chain

image by +Shelby Goatz on Google+

the basement was a disgrace
it was listed as ‘finished’
a cheap, badly painted cabinet
does not a finished basement make

i saw him in the corner
whimpering about being hungry
vampires are so irksome when
they shrivel up
he didn’t even have the balls
to come talk to me
and he wouldn’t have had the sense
to apologize for wasting my time

he just moaned in the corner
curled in a ball
and he smelled awful
like the last meal he had
was a desperate housewife or something

if i have to visit one more dreary basement
i’m going to make the markets pay
for wasting my time
it’s an epidemic
maybe next time i’ll introduce
capitalism into the food chain
sooner rather than wait for technology

let’s go to the next house
and see if humanity gets to
survive another day


wicked witches should not live in wet climates

image titled “Swarming” on Flickr

each drop of rain
is a sliver under the skin
a stab of pain
a heart attack waiting to happen

wicked witches should live underground
or in deserts
but not in places that receive
year round rain

the good witches can prance around
in the fucking rain
but they can’t tame
as many beasts
or capture hearts in jars
i’d rather have the power

why did the coven insist
on moving here?
i’ve always known
she was mad as a hatter
but this threatens us all

maybe the ritual we will perform
will make the rain painful
for the good witches too
maybe it will transmute the pain
for everyone, not just witches

our coven could pull it off
even if half the rainy days
became swarm days, for example
it could be a new heaven
for our coven
i’m so excited now


The Trouble of Science and Religion mixing (or why to listen to the scientist while exploring a new planet.)

image by shanegorski on Flickr

Can’t you see? Your use of this structure is misguided.
No, I don’t see it. And frankly I think you’re being a prat.
Look, here and here, all these beams are legs. The center is where the body sits.
So what, you’re saying a giant spider will come and eat us during service?
Don’t you think it’s suspicious that there are eight beams with segmented arches? Don’t you think the sizes all are too close for the math to be a coincidence? Not to mention the other structures. At least wait for the translations to come back.
You can wait all you like. The Bishop wanted you to share your concerns, which you have done. Now if you don’t mind I have to help finish cleaning the dust from the area so we can hold service this Sunday.
These ruins are not houses of worship. Their placement is all wrong. They are houses of rest for the dead, and I predict-
I don’t have time for this nonsense.

He was glad he had recorded the conversation.
As it played back in the courtroom, it echoed off the sterile marble walls and floors.
“I clear the scientist of all charges. He clearly attempted to warn the clergy, on more than one occasion, and the tragedy that followed could have been avoided had someone in the Church listened. No damages are to be awarded, and no sanctions raised. The church may hold the deeds to the property in question, but are hereby forbidden from holding services of any kind. The Court recognizes the evidence presented, and acknowledges the structures as grave markers. We will protect other cultures sacred sights as our own, according to the laws written.”