Hide and Seek

Running through an empty house

counting down the seconds.

One last place to find

One last place to hide.


Ready or not

here he comes.





Hear the dripping of the tap

from the bathroom she once was

left running in the haste

to hide from echoing laughter.


Ready or not

here he comes.


Stuffed animals

lined against the wall

watching as she’s found

watching as she’s pinned to the ground.

Smiling at their owner

smiling, smiling

as she’s fighting.


Ready or not

here he comes

with his song:


Scream, scream

all you want.

No more running

no more hiding

once you’re found

I’ve got you bound.



My Little Ethereal Girl

His hand wrapped around my wrist and I flinched in fear. The wounds hadn’t  I was still the beautiful painting of bruises, splattered across milky skin.

“My little ethereal girl.”

The raspy voice came close to my ear, his breath spreading across my cheek. Stronger than my trepidation was the stench of alcohol, drowning out all my other senses. Something cold pressed forcefully against my lips – I tried to dip backward but just pressed into a hard chest. As he tilted the bottle up the thick liquid I’d come to despise washed into my mouth burning my tongue.

“Come now,” he rumbled, delicately stroking the front of my neck. The abrupt tightening of his fist around my already-aching wrist was all the encouragement I needed. I started to gulp, face wincing at the tang as the alcohol washed down my throat.  

“There’s a good girl.”

When he finally took the bottle away, I was swaying on my feet, blinking slowly. I could barely feel his hand around waist, slowly moving up under my loose shirt. My body began to tremble, remembering the last time all too well.

“Now, now.” he cooed, digging his thumb into one of my bruises. “Nothing to be afraid of.” I stifled a gasp of agony, my vision going blurry for a moment.  A chuckle echoed through the air, the only sound in the empty house. “Let’s paint a picture, shall we? You do look so lovely in violet and blue.”

I couldn’t  resist anymore. I was too busy erasing the memories about to be made.

He picked me up in his arms like a rag doll, and headed to the bedroom, eyeing me hungrily. I was so cold…but soon my senses faded. I no longer was myself and never would be again.

The Rulers

The kings and queens stood,

fingers intertwined,

eyes as cold as the unsolved mysteries

of the doomed galaxy.


They danced to a tune of their own,

feet flying across the splatter-painted earth

and bodies fluctuating in the ashen air.


That night they walked home

their crowns put into a box

their song of laughter silenced

the blood washed from their shoes.


Then they smiled

and said they knew nothing –

even when the bruises began to show,

when I was a picture of royal purple and deep blue,

painted by their cruelty.