My kind murderer,
your eyes burn like caramel
and melt my insides.
You light a cigarette
and it awfully reminds
me of what once upon a time
was my heart.
And you say, everything turns
to dust with time.
But my kind murderer,
you are not time, you are fire
bringing me to ashes.


F.Z.N

Have a lump in my throat,
Clenching a fist,
Nails on my arm till it's ready to bleed,
Can't stand this dark room,
Lay by myself,
Feeling all eyes on me,
They are watching me bawl,
Horryfied my thoughts attempt to take over,
To my missfortune of course they succeed,
Perched in a corner my nails dig deep,
Scratching my arms with anxiety's face,
Screaming one name with no ears to hear,
Stuck in emotion cover my ears,
Screaming and crying a night spent in fear,
So this my friends is what my nights look like,
Lost in myself no one hears me cry,
Their fingers point at me a laugh and a scream,
Till a day comes by crawling at me,
"I am the murderer here to watch you scream."

-Kathia Mariana Landeros

Someday I hope somebody
Finds the missing page and says,
"She's the murderer!
Didn't I say so? Didn't I tell you all?"

Is it just a loose porch board
that creaks just outside my door?
Is it just the howling wind
that creaks outside and nothing more?

Can I trust these sweat-soaked sheets
to keep a midnight prowler at bay?
Can I trust my frozen feet
to safely carry me away?

Is my room, cloaked in gloom,
inhabited by solely me?
Light, I assume, would only exhume
the tenants of my dirtless tomb.

I shall not be prey, I then decide,
I shall not fall to just any beast!
I'm not a feast... not their's at least...
The worms... perhaps, but them I don't mind.

"You're not getting me!" I scream,
I grab the the gun and run to the shed.
I turn and bolt the door and my hands
shake as I load an ounce of lead.

"I'm not yours to have!" I cry
My vision now becoming blurred
click
"It is I who shall have the final word!"

Throughout an empty forest, a single shot is heard.