Poetry/short stories


Death has become me and I cry no more…

It’s Over

My hands trembled….

Devil’s Little Red Box

The perfect killer

Daddy’s Girl

He sits her on our bed. / “Hey, pooky, dooky, wooky.” / He nibbles on her hands and feet. / “I love you, my stinky poopy.…

In a Mirror

You bitch, you stupid ugly bitch…

The Creeper

So cold, so cold.

She’s Not Dead

blood drizzled, / sizzled…..

God is a Lie!

It kills the innocence…..

The Creeper

…chained linked each other’s hands.

I Just Want to Stay Awake!

Are you really here to stay?

Child’s Innocence

….couldn’t feel no more.


….a masterpiece of insecurity

Self Destruction

I beat myself down….


They keep doing it, / over, / over, / over and over again.

Another Nightmare

it’s killing me….

The smell

I can’t hold it!

Dark Eyes

cold blackness

Circle of Love

Around, around and around

A Moment

A small cup of coffee with extra cream and a pinch of sugar is what I like. Buttered toast smothered in grape jam is a piece of heaven to m…


catastrophic casualties…

Devil’s Darling

till death do us part B****!

Guilty Pleasure

I love the taste of your sticky cream….

Stinky Poop Everywhere

“I’m sorry mommy!”


First day

Daddy’s Small Big Girl


Behind Closed Eyes

It is easy to see…


Shake that booty

“Dad, are you there?”

“Dad, can you hear me?”

The Beast Is Me (Bestiary Story)

A sexy piece

A Nightmare in Heaven


First Love

I’m sorry


Screams of excitement and terror echoed through the sky. / Balloons of rainbow colors, flashing sticks and trinkets, Oh my! / The aroma of …

My gift

For all those sisters out there

Rising Sun

Just relaxing

That’s Mine

Its Saturday morning and after breakfast, Mallory wanted to play. / Sissy follows her to the playroom and Mallory yells, “GET AWAY.&#…

Devil’s Little Red Box

He is out to get you too.


Plop it, / fizzle it, / “Oooo Yaaa!” / Scrub it, / rub it, / “Oooo Yaaa!” / Dry it, / pat it, / “Oooo Yaaa!&#…

Sick or Normal

When I dream, / I dream about…. / bathing in tomato sauce, / blind and lost, / migits zipped in schoolbags, / my hands in bloody rag…

The Beast Is Me

A silky sweet scent teased her nose and woke her. Her purple satin sheets had slid off her. She heard herself groaning, an erotic sweep of …
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