Poem: Free Verse – “Self-Healing and Caustic” #amwriting #poetry 


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The darkness conceals, filthy misdeeds. 
Hidden weapons, malovelence.

Daggers hidden in tips of boots,

Removed from suit coats, in suit linings revealed, 

To silence my heart, and I think it’s the end.

But my heart keeps beating, a hard steady beat;

I hear it alone, only in my ears because everywhere else —

There’s dead silence; but in the silence, 

My heart is a drum, banging out the beats of life and renewal, 

The thump thump, the tempo which will not end.

You’re too generous to stab me in the back,

So it must be in my chest, through the organ which loved you. 

Now my blood spills, but my heart keeps up a ‘Lub-dub,’ 

Waiting for a death which never arrives. 

There is only the sound of my blood pooling in silence.

Yet, I’m only pained by the horrific sound of nothing, 

My heart is strong and I struggle through,

Only to find I have not what most call life’s blood. 

My veins weep venom, for I run on poison — not blood.

And the vitral having leaked into ventricles, 

Pumps throughout my body, 

My own sickly blood healing me and —

Killing my lost love, a murder; 

All those exposed, the blood is poison for.

I’m overcome by sadness as I’m lying here, 

Heart beating, but I should be dead? 

But I’m still going strong with my blood self -healing.

A poisonous farewell I give to everyone I lose.

 I’m unaffected by a dagger aimed, 

Didn’t conceive of my body regenerating.

And my blood in the open — it ends lives.

I rise and into the night fade, as if I never was.

Tears leaking down my face, caustic themselves. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

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Poem: Alouette – “Murderer” #amwriting #poetry #poison


Thanks to Poets United for the poetry prompt: Predator and Prey.

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Loved being your girl, 

But, done with this world.

Preyed on, murdered viciously.

Hunted, forcibly;

Caught, controllably.

Trapped in sucking quick-sand.

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Stuck in thought in —

My head; beg within, 

Is this the end?  You and —

I, are no more to —

Be; merely, see -through, 

Another couple out of hand.

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My skin is white, pale.

I’m not cold, don’t wail.

Hours ago, you poisoned me, 

I fell asleep no —

Pain; not yours, dead though.

Hate seethed through you, love which bleeds.

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When did it leave us?

Love, affection, trust?

Did you become predator

When he looked at me? 

He’s vapour; Freely —

Loved you; your prey; died with gore.

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But I’m above clouds, 

Mistakes by cowards.

Shutting you out, I never

Ingrained hurtful pain, 

Inside your body; lame —

Excuses, you’re a murderer.

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Poem: Tankas – “The Killer” 


Thank you to The Daily Prompt for the word prompts DiverseGenerationSurvival, and Vision.

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Angel babe stolen, 

Soundly beneath darkness black.

Dragging our bodies.

Through all this slime, muck outside.

I’ve no vision of life left.

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Diverging  paths cross, 

Which way will he go with two —

Bodies, to manage,

He can’t be seen, it’s vital.

Survival, a thought in mind.

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Burying his sins,

His burdens in unmarked graves,

It never should have come —

To him, killing all of them.

Generations vanish.

Diversity in —

This family crossed his —

Moral; Forced to kill, 

Two more bodies in the house.

To haul out to their grave sites.

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No night vision, hard —

To see beneath only stars,

Survival of —

Self, most imperative of thoughts.

Looking down, corpses in blankets.

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He didn’t like how, 

Cultures intermarried,

Racist man, hater.

Reason enough he thinks to kill, 

Mother, Grandma, Grandpa, baby.

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Several generations,

Mixed ethnicities; hateful —

Man; wicked one no —

Rest; killer, murderer of —

Our friends; a demon, evil’s.

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