Night MakerA wolf is a man…
A sheepish man.
Feeding off of harmless children.
That homicidal glint in his eye;
Inherited from the monster before him.
The one who raped away his long lost innocence.
He was made not born:
With teeth real sharp
Preferring to stay in the shadows.
His name has been lost to time
But his actions are well remembered.
Why does the little boy cry at night
When safe and snug at home?
His mother’s arms wrapped around him,
But still his fears grow.
Nowhere left to run
Nowhere left to hide.
No amount of time or distance
Will ever be enough to lose the wolf,
The man… This man…
Patience is just another skill
He has left to offer.
What makes you weak,
The child who fears… Will only make him stronger.
Be careful now: You must whisper,
He hears your sobs.
But the light,
So bright… he fears it so…
Light the candles and make it quick.
The boy has nothing left to fear and will be safe
When moon sets from the sky
And sun begins t
Burnt to a CrispDial your tan
Back a few melanomas.
It’s hard to focus
On what you say
When you say…
When you’ve turned yourself into leather.
You are a melted candle.
A book of stitched flesh that never healed.
Skin cancer is a myth to you…
I almost pity your ignorance.
20 years ago you were pretty.
Now you’re a clump of withered, discarded skin.
You stink of cigarette burns
Put out into a toddlers arm or leg.
You’re a joke.
But you’re not funny.
Cruise With a Surprise
“Oh my god, granny! I can’t believe we’re finally going to have a Mediterranean cruise! I couldn’t wait to board this ferry!” I said joyfully while standing in a queue to the ferry.
“Yes, indeed, my dear,” my grandmother replied. “We can finally manage to visit the countries that we haven’t been to yet. I always wanted to visit France and Italy. We’ve been already to Cyprus, Greece, Israel, Turkey and Egypt, but not yet in France and Italy”.
“I know. That’s why you preferred this offer among all others. But as far as I know, your dream was to see Paris, or? And it’s not included in the program”.
“That’s a pity, of course, but never mind. At least we will see what Cote d'Azur is like,” granny said. “And don’t forget that grandfather can’t walk too long distances because of his leg. He’d prefer to have a rest on the beach. Isn’t it?” she turned h