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 May 2016 Ree Bunch
Torin
O! That you know me so well!
The story my shadows tell
A death knell
A dead one
In the light of the the your night-falling words
What manner corpend?
That you would portend
The growing clouds
The viscious wind
The vacuous void
The abysmal end

As you wish
         To draw my ire
My flames of burning desire
Engulfing as fire
I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash

Make me now an eater of soul!
My carefully concocted creations
Aiming squarely as arrow in bow
Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations
Your confusion
Your naiveté
Your goals
All meaningless
             All your nothingness
                       All your dreams to be as I am
You have assaulted my art loving ears
With pure dribble
Tripe and dreck
Trite and dretch
A sketch by an amateur artist
Back-handed and drawing with the left

Make me now an eater of soul!
A hand touching darkness
Grabbing it neatly
And delivering it as it is
To you
On a silver platter
These jaws of a lover
Growing fangs
As you want
Becoming the jaws of hell
Eater of soul

O! That you know me so well!
Based on a series of private messages, from one who wishes to belittle my work. Claiming I write not from the soul. Just a glimpse of the vitriol

INDEED I CAN

Enough layers????  Or maybe too many???
 May 2016 Ree Bunch
Star Gazer
I love you for all your petals
That shared a different scent
No matter how the skies bent
I love you for all that settles.
Each stones, each pebbles
Built a bridge with dents
And soon all of it went
away.

I love you beyond my understanding
And as long as you are happy
I can gaze at the stars dancing
And know that I have loved you correctly
Without ever needing your love
In return.
~As long as you are happy. I'm happy.
Sometimes love is strange, it works for some,
it doesn't work for some, but I love you enough
to let you go be happy with someone else.~
I do not turn to poetry
to rescue me from memory;
on the contrary,
I conjure the red humming bee
on the bluegreen rosemary tree,
I teased when I was a carefree
boy, in the backyard,
only to roll with the punches -
aye, with the punches - of synecdoche.

© LazharBouazzi, May 2016
Rainy days...
Calls for the fallen ones
United
They collapse into tears

Rainy days...
Makes it colder than most
Frozen
They hold themselves close

Rainy days...
Summons the darkest creatures
Heartless
They start to feed on your fears

Rainy days...*
Silences the loudest cries
Breathless
They begin to celebrate in the fire

*On rainy days
Leave the beaten aside
Allow them to crash
Promise them their space
Because once they rise from the fallen droplets
They will stay
And they will be
indestructible...
Stand up, stronger and tougher than ever.
"Linda this is your victim so you have to inflict the first wound" said Rusty.  Responding to Rusty's words Linda picked up the nail gun.  "Linda you don't have to do this" pleaded the man.  "I have kids that I provide for.  My name is Timothy Yates.  I have a wife" said Timothy.
Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to
his testicles.  "Look Rusty it actually think we care about it's pathetic little life" said Linda.  Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger.  Firing a hard sharp nail into Timothy's foot blood squirted into the air.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH LINDA PLEASE STOP!" screamed Timothy.  Timothy's screams and begging for his life only made Linda even more hornier and excited.   Linda walked over to Rusty and kissed him on the mouth and slipped her tongue in his mouth.
"Its your turn baby" said Linda.  Linda gave the nail gun to Rusty then stepped back and shoved her hands in her pants.  Walking over to Timothy, Rusty began to beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun.
The more Rusty beat Timothy in the face with the nail gun the harder Linda masturbated.
Placing the nail gun back on the push cart Rusty grabbed the jar filled with acid.
"Timothy you're in a world of hurt" said Rusty.  Pouring some acid slowly on Timothy's other foot Rusty smiled as the smell of burning flesh crept into his nostrils.
"AAAARRGGHHH MR. LOCKLEAR PLEASE DON'T **** ME SIR. I BEG YOU PLEASE DON'T **** ME" screamed Timothy.  Looking back at Linda, Rusty was thrilled to see Linda getting off on her victim's agony.
High on the smell of burning flesh Rusty floated over to Linda.  Pulling Linda's hand out of her pants Rusty ****** and licked her juices off her fingers.  "How do I taste?" asked Linda.  "As sweet as honey.  It's your turn again" said Rusty.
Grabbing the scalpel off the push cart Linda slashed Timothy's left thigh.  Like water from a water hose blood sprayed through the air.  "W,W,WWhy are the two of you doing this to me?" asked Timothy.  "Because it's fun Timothy and people like you make me sick" said Linda.
Walking over to Linda, Rusty took the scalpel out of Linda's hand and cut Timothy' s throat.  Seeing Rusty take another man's life made Linda ***** all over again.  "You have to find the next victim" said Linda as she turned toward her husband.  
"I already got one picked out.  She's a pill popping ****** *****" said Rusty.  Getting down on her knees Linda unfasten Rusty's pants.  She pulled out out his ***** ***** and placed it in her mouth.  She ****** and ****** for what felt like an hour.  Filling her mouth with ***** Linda happily swallowed the huge load.
"C'mon it's time to get rid of the body" said Rusty.  Rusty could hardly get the words out of his mouth cause he just finished an ******.  "Linda baby go get the chainsaw.  We have to get rid the body" said Rusty.  
Rusty began to unshackle Timothy's lifeless body.  Walking back into the darkness Linda brought back the chainsaw.  Timothy's body hit the floor making a loud thud.
Rusty cranked up the chainsaw and dismantled Timothy's body.  Linda ran back up stairs and brought large black trash bags back down to Rusty.  "I'll get rid of these body parts.  You stay here and clean up" said Rusty.  
"Ok" replied Linda.  Rusty went and put the trash bags with Timothy's remains onto the back of his black Ram truck.  Rusty drove throughout the city of Green Haven and dumped Timothy's body parts in dumpsters on the north side, east side, west side, and south side, of Green Haven.
When Rusty returned home the smell of bleach, Pine Sol, and other cleaning products greeted him at the door.  "Linda I'm back" yelled Rusty as he walked through the front door.  "Come down to the basement Rusty.  Well this was the best Sunday I ever had" yelled Linda from the basement.
The next morning the rays of the sun came peeking in through the bedroom window of Rusty and Linda Locklear.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Chapter Two of The Locklears a horror story.
 May 2016 Ree Bunch
Star Gazer
I really thought you were in love with me.

For the longest time, that was what I
Wanted to believe.
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