Month: November 2014

Burn It to the Ground

I will burn it to the ground
If you won’t say you love me.
You’ve never seen the crazy
By which I’ve been crowned.

Reducing life to an ember mound
On a serial arson spree.
I will burn it to the ground
If you won’t say you love me.

Just three words or I am bound
To make this thing get nasty,
I will dispense carnage vastly,
I’ll hunt you like a hellhound.
I will burn it to the ground.






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Carrie Mayhem

SFoxWriting’s Alphabet Challenge, Day 8 ~ “H”

Our caravan approached the River Styx
A band comprised of thieves and convicts
The tone was subdued, not so merry
As each one boarded Charon’s Ferry
All were charged an obolus save the poor
They were left one hundred years upon shore
On turbulent waters our boat coiled and twirled
We dead approached the entrance to the underworld
We hadn’t made landfall when I was struck by an oar
I was launched from the raft and swam to the shore
The three heads of Cerberus greeted us with a growl
He threatened with claws intended to disembowel
He let us pass as he slashed his serpent tail
Snakes hissed warnings any escape try would fail
Our journey continued as we approached the Pavilion
Where three judges would assess us for each sin
Evil-doers trembled at where they’d be sent
Each heard grim…

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The Succubus

Carrie Mayhem

Destructively beautiful
She need only insist.
He knows she is deadly
But cannot resist.

Temptress of the Night
Snakes her tongue past his lips,
“Lilith”, he moans
As he clutches her hips.

He gives in to her,
This insatiable whore,
She remains unsatisfied
And wanting still more.

Foolishly penetrates her
In the heat of desire,
Deceived to believe
He’d melt ice with his fire.

“We two become one”,
She says with a hiss,
Stealing breath from his lungs
With her ravenous kiss.

Realization too late.
He has no control.
She quenches her thirst
Then devours his soul.

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Droplets of Sunlight

As the leaves tumble
The colors of Autumn fade
Trees brace themselves for Winter

Droplets of sunlight
Release flickers of hope and
Promise the return of Spring






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No Names Needed

Sly smiles exchanged in fleeting flirtation,
My martini glass raised, met by your wanton wink.
A knowing nod, your approach approved,
Elation engulfed, your words softly spoken,
Hand held you implore, “Dance, darling?”
Two smitten strangers, we silently sway
As retro records spin, no names needed.



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