Black Coffee
Boys Running
Forest

    lonely hearts dance

 

No one is exactly sure how our group began.
We just knew we were grateful and all formed a plan

 

A group for survivors and current victims of stalking
We longed for safety at home, at work, while out walking

 

We would convene, share horrors and vent.
Well assured they would come, in their minds we paid rent

 

It was my idea to use the barn for Valentine's Day.
We would reach out to them and then lure them away

 

The Lonely Hearts Dance the name that we give it

To be a beautiful, decorated proverbial snake pit

 

Our obsessors are contacted (the ones not convicted)
We tell them our hearts are no longer conflicted

 

We told them to meet us for a Valentine's date
Offering ourselves, for a purpose, as bait

 

We all have various methods, luring tales and lies
I insist I drive him in my car, telling him there's a surprise.

 

His eyes twinkle with joy, hands restless and fumbling
Surprised to finally have me, his words he was mumbling

 

I lean in, listen and laughed when he spoke.
His breath on my face, my disgust made me choke

 

We arrive at the barn, not the first ones there
I entice him inside right into my snare

 

My arm in his arm, I distract him with punch

He blissfully drank it, not so much as a hunch

 

Their vile hands yearning, affections toxic like sewers
After the first dance we break away from our pursuers.

 

The door was locked up, trapping them all inside
Panic we heard, no shadows for them left to hide

 

I throw the first match, Logan Brown throws the next
The flames spread fast, their screaming voices perplexed

 

I stand close by, nearly seared from the fire's breath
The noise inside faded as each one met their death

 

Reclaiming our lives in a victorious raze
A life of being hunted had reached the end of its days

 

They all breath easy, all with burned valentines

But there was one lone survivor.....one stalker......... it's mine......

Wolf Painting

DARK POETRY

DRINK YOUR COFFEE DEAR

 

The mornings are long and the nights are short

My good intentions are met with a hateful snort

I've made some coffee Dear

 

The children are wild yet you stay asleep

I'm locked away, your prize to keep

I've made some coffee Dear

 

My family calls, you snatch away the phone

You keep me isolated, make sure I'm yours alone

I've made some coffee Dear

 

My spirit more alive than you allow

I have to get us out somehow

I've made some coffee Dear

 

Foundation covers the bruises you've brought

Road maps of scars from where we've fought

I've made some coffee Dear

 

All too aware of the secrets that you keep

I know you touch them in their sleep

I've made some coffee Dear

 

The blood on my lip, a brownish red

You leave for someone's else's bed

I've made some coffee Dear

 

You've ruined our daughter's opinion of men

Up she will grow, not to trust again

I've made some coffee Dear

 

You make the money so you say you'd get the kids

Visions of your abuse dance behind our eyelids

I've made some coffee Dear

 

You allow me no friends, no family to talk to

My darling sweetheart if you only knew

I've made some coffee Dear

 

I want to fly but you've cut my wings

You indulge in all of your silly flings

I've made some coffee Dear

 

I stand to leave; beaten, battered and low

Your hand a vice on my neck as I try to go

I've made some coffee Dear

 

You scream at the children, I hold them close

I protect them from your hateful blows

I've made some coffee Dear

 

Our eyes not allowed to cry

Your mouth, always telling a lie

I've made some coffee Dear

 

All of us under your control

Oppression being your main goal

I've made some coffee Dear

 

You tear us down and keep us there

No other marriage that can compare

I've made some coffee Dear

 

I thought you'd want the best for us

You only wanted the best OF us

I've made some coffee Dear

 

There is no love in the way that we mate

You thrust into me, I feel the hate

I've made some coffee Dear

 

Every morning I paste on a smile

I try my best to love you all the while

I've made some coffee Dear

 

Your cold breakfast sits on the table

Our new life starts as soon as we're able

I've made some coffee Dear

 

Ground up ricin; a tasteless bean

You like your coffee, strong black and mean

I've made some coffee Dear

 

It's hard to acquire but easy to use

I will free myself from these years of abuse

I've made some coffee dear

 

A helpless victim used to be where I once stood

A warrior now, in our house in the wood

I've made some coffee Dear

 

We will step over you on our way out the door

I won't let them see their Daddy laying on the floor

I've made you coffee Dear

 

I'm smarter than you think I am

Never again a door will you slam

Drink your coffee Dear

            Wolf

The wolf is going to eat me, I see him start to roam

The wolf is going to eat me, I'm long far away from home

The wolf is going to eat me, its breath fogs heavy in the night

The wolf is going to eat me, I've no chance to survive a fight

The wolf is going to eat me, in the woods this Valentine's Day

The wolf is going to eat me, I have no meat to keep it away

The wolf is going to eat me, its caught my scent and slowed

The wolf is going to eat me, to our date my husband never showed

The wolf is going to eat me, the moon is full and bright

The wolf is going to eat me, its teeth glisten in the moonlight

The wolf is going to eat me, I'm far too slow to run

The wold is going to eat me, it hunts me just for fun

The wolf is going to eat me, my flesh it will tear apart

The wolf is going to eat me, meat sweetened by the fear in my heart

The wolf is going to eat me, it is inches from me now

The wolf is going to eat me, it licks the sweat from off my brow

The wolf is going to eat me, with breath hot, muggy and thick

The wolf is going to eat me, it pins my foot as I try to kick

The wolf is going to eat me, that is no surprise

The wolf is going to eat me, and he has my husband's eyes

Edgar Jackson's       Valentine

Edgar Jackson loves the girls

Their laughter, their smell, their sweet wavy curls

 

Edgar doesn't care about eyes or the size of a girl's chest

A beating heart, a pretty smile, that's what Edgar likes best

 

Edgar Jackson's resolve will not bend

The young man has a Valentine to send

 

Lacy Hendricks is the girl chosen this year

It arrives on her desk, her heart pounds with fear

 

He picks her up at about half past five

He grins, he knows that soon she won't be alive

 

Disinterest and fear are apparent in her face

Edgar only loves that her existence, he'll soon erase

 

After dinner he's charming, she starts to relax

Wickedly satisfied, his knuckles he starts to crack

 

There's a fire in his eyes, but it's not from lust

He yearns to use his weapon to betray her sense of trust

 

Edgar then clenches his hand into an angry ball

Upon hitting her shoulders, down the stairs she does fall

 

Lacy awakes confused, tied up and scared

He laughs at her tears, he really never cared

 

Edgar greets her with the tiniest carving knife

 Slicing her up within a foot of her life

 

She falls unconscious from pain, sitting there in his den

He lets her rest for a bit, then starts slicing again

 

Her body now lifeless, lithe and limp

With the others she'll rest, his newest love imp

 

Poor Lacy Hendricks, a greusome fate she had met

But for Edgar Jackson this truly was the best Valentine's Day yet.

Blurry Image of Dancers
The Dance Floor
Folding Knife