Put me inside of her

Thrusting deep with

Their impassioned vows

Wet with the taste of

His saliva dripping

Between her soft breasts

As her back arches --

I am clinging to her flesh

Like a beast wrought and

Howling within her

Swimming in her blood

And its pulpy matter

Readying me and --

She is implanted

With the egg of my ghost

I am inside of her

Within her throbbing womb

Nourishing my fetal self

And feasting

On her marrow to

Destroy her inside-out

Ricocheting with disgust and

Maddened by lust

Seeking revenge and

The chance to live again

A legacy of reminders

Blood for blood and --

The meat of his existence

Now me, and

We are one.

Holding tightly to

One another that night

They shared a nightmare

Of a child dancing

Innocence adorned with

Pink ribbons and

A third DNA

The fruit of their loin

Now the spirit of

His dead lover

Slain and discarded

Into a resurrection of

A fallen angel

Swaddled in white

And ready to feed

And when I escape

This repugnant organ cask

Expelled from the belly of

His matrimonial whore

I will clench her heart

Between my fists and

Extract their love

Dissolving it with

Her dimmed consciousness

And between the nails of

My unrequited desire

Through her birth canal

I will take with me

Her life

Sacrificed during

My childbirth

Born again

And with purpose

Leaving him alone with

Fatherhood and

His regrets

And the rot of familiarity

Will fill the delivery room

Its air stagnant with

His choices and

His new babyʼs cry

Wailing for the embrace of

Her widowed father

Ready to haunt him

Indefinitely with --

The face of a cherub,

Her dead motherʼs eyes, and

The spirit of me.

Phantom shade in the shadows,

I'm a wraith at your side

Watch your sanity wane,

As my noxious form solidifies

Consorting with the enemy

You were scheming my demise

Your demons camouflaged

Beneath your candy coated lies.

Now this terror I invoke

Is poisoning your mind

No escaping from my haunting

My ghost's unconfined

As I haunt at your bedside

Wake her with your screams

Lavish you in living nightmares

Destroying every delightful dream

Your happily after 

Rendered to rubble by your hands

Choke the life from your new wife

You played into my plan

Plunge my spirit into her flesh

Possession was her fate

Exorcise me with your crazed choke-hold

Your mistake realized too late

As a death rattle escapes her throat

I watch your sanity fracture

They are coming to take you away

Barred asylum for her attacker

My phantom shade in the shadows

My wraith forever at your side

Locked away, I watch your sanity crumble

You should have left me alive.

(Image courtesy of Pinterest)

RICHARD

I couldn’t understand why I felt such intense pain which radiated all over my body. I was on my honeymoon in the marital bed with the woman of my dreams. I gasped as I looked up and saw a pink satin appendage hanging from the chandelier, dripping what appeared to be wine onto the carpet. In horror, I looked down at myself and saw that the treasure of my manhood was missing leaving my nether regions soaked with crimson blood. My new wife was screaming at the top of her lungs as she pointed at what had been my pride and joy. All of a sudden, the blush colored member began to spin around the room, alighting first on the curtain rods and then on the picture frames. It seemed to be doing a wild tango of passion as it twirled and danced in wild abandon. I struggled to get to my feet to try to catch it but collapsed on the floor in anguish.

TABITHA, THE POLTERGEIST

I am no longer alive. Richard (or Dick which is more appropriate) strangled me with his bare hands, squeezing the last gasps of my breath. He had dumped me for someone else in this most unseemly way! My physical being had transformed into a poltergeist. I became invisible which is advantageous because I can wreak havoc without being seen. I heard that little Dickie was marrying that bitch, Jennifer, and was planning a lavish honeymoon starting at the honeymoon suite at the Waldorf. Oh, I would get back at him in my own special way. I slipped surreptitiously into the hotel room and began to watch the sexual antics begin with Dickie and Little Miss Puss Face. I decided to join in and take part in their escapades. As she kissed his mouth, I began nibbling lower down. “Oh, Oh,” he moaned in abandon. “You’ve never done this before, Jenny. More, more!”

JENNIFER

“What are you talking about, Richard?” I laughed. “You know that I never do that!” You’re imagining things because you’re so excited feeling my tongue go in your mouth!”

RICHARD

“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up,” I begged. Up was definitely where I wanted it to be!

TABITHA, THE POLTERGEIST

I began nibbling around the edges, licking with my tongue. He was so excited thinking that I was Jennifer. And I began to get aroused also. I was so inflamed with sensuality that my teeth got in the way of my tongue and I chomped down hard. Imagine my surprise when I realized that I had bitten it clean off! I spit the bloody mess out on the sheets and then scooped it up and began flying around the suite, lighting on all the surfaces, throwing it in the air as if I was juggling it. What a fun toy it was and what an expression Little Dickie had on his face! Whenever he neared his dangling genitalia, I snatched it up and moved it to a new area. “It serves you right,” I yelled as loudly as I could but he could not hear me.

RICHARD

I’ve just got to latch on to it. If I don’t capture it, I won’t be able to have the surgeons reattach it. But I am feeling so faint! I’ll try one more time.

JENNIFER

I’m leaving you. I didn’t bargain for a dickless man. My Mom warned me about you.

TABITHA, THE POLTERGEIST

I knew that bitch wouldn’t give him what I did! I swooped up and down one more time before I swept into the bathroom and dropped my prized trophy down the toilet and flushed. I smiled broadly to myself as I realized my ultimate payback. Little Dickie shouldn’t have messed with me!

Lights come on centre stage illuminating a very obviously deceased woman in a beautiful and tattered wedding dress, her skin is sickly grey and green with spidery purple veins and and her long blonde hair is wild and barely kept out of her face by a veil that billows out behind her as she moves. You can tell she was well kept and has since given up. She wanders the stage humming the bridal march, as she walks the lights wash the stage in a soft blue green glow. The room is very elaborate and well decorated. Think high end royalty circa 1700 Versailles. As she sings, she paces the room breaking various objects.

She plops down on the king size bed to stage left and sighs while holding a picture frame she picks up from the nightstand to her right.

(Starts slowly, sweetly and dripping with hatred and sarcasm, picking up tempo and intensity as she continues to fill with rage. She speaks and sings in a high pitched whiny soprano, very high end and pampered, think Kristen chenoweth meets valley girl )

Oh isnʼt it sweet?

Oh isnʼt it delectable?!

How my Prince Charming ended up with a

porcelain collectable?

Oh, isnʼt it grand!?

Oh my, what a show!

But if thereʼs something that Iʼm certain of!

and something you all ought to know!

The simple fact of the matter is;

The bitch has got to go!

I may be nothing but air!

And I may nothing at all!

But I'll be damned

(Though I may be dead)

And I'll be damned

(I'll have her head!)

If her picture will hang on his wall!*

*She smashes the picture frame and walks downstage towards the audience, sitting on the edge of the stage completely breaking the fourth wall, she's removing jewellery as she continues to sing. As she explains what's happening, two actors, one male approx 6'4 and a small busty brunette both dressed in wedding attire enter, the man carrying the woman across the threshold and throwing her straight into bed, all you see is clothes flying as they scurry under the covers*

Oh isnʼt it lovely? *pause as she takes out her earrings and glances back towards the door as the two enter*

Oh isnʼt she ugly?

In that dress the colour of milk thatʼs gone sour!

Wearing MY FIANCÉ like some gaudy dead flower!

Her beauty will only fade by the hour!

AND HE

The bastard!

Who promised to take me as his wife

When all he took from me was my life!

And yet I still think he looks…quite nice. *she pauses and stares at him adoringly then remembers about the other girl and approaches the bed where she spits these lyrics directly at the moving mess of sheets and moans*

AND SHE

The girl as exotic as flour!

Ill have her gone within the hour!

I might be only air but the bitch will cower!

*she pulls the sheets off the two of them with starling force, the sheets are swept offstage by a pulley and the newlyweds jump up in an over dramatic embarrassed comedic fashion. They cannot see the dead bride responsible for the damage. The dead bride casually knocks a vase of flowers on the nightstand over and sits down on it and addresses the audience directly while the two are frozen on stage in tableau*

{speaking while fixing her hair and nails etc}

You would not believe the week I've had. So, that nearly naked man who looks a little like Adonis with the right lighting? Thatʼs Joel, sweet, Sensitive, mamas boy Joel. Now Joel could never hurt a fly. He may look like mister macho, but truth be told, heʼs a baby. So how does a baby get ahold of enough opium to kill his fiancé? Thatʼs where tits for brains comes in. Thatʼs Miranda. She looks like sheʼs not much to worry about, but a girl like that, sheʼs trouble for all of us modest women out here! She and I, well, we arenʼt even comparable.

{singing now}

Miranda and I!

Oh Miranda and I,

We never did see eye to eye!

From the moment we were born to the moment I died

We competed for love from every side!

Sheʼd angle this way, Iʼd angle that, Iʼd want a dog and sheʼd want a cat! Mom and daddy never did agree, when it came to Miranda and me!

I was the favourite and that was a fact,

and when I succeeded she fell off track!

Onto the streets, until the drugs were free!

For twins we are..

were..

as different as can be.

And itʼs not for lack of trying! Although a side effect of dying

And meeting your lifeʼs end

While your sister fucks your husband!

You canʼt blame the girl for trying but damn! Thatʼs a relationship you canʼt mend

{back to talking}

So my darling twin sister, not identical obviously. Got it in her head that I had to wind up dead, and thatʼs where things get messy. Last thing I remember itʼs the fifteenth of December, and my fiancé of a year comes to me with pot of tea, three cups in and Iʼm down and out face first in my rug and lipstick a mess! You can still see it in the carpet right here *shes acting out this monologue a bit in front of the fire and rubs the rug* I thought it was just a bad dream, but next thing I know, the rooms redecorated! My pictures replaced with hers. At first I thought it was a joke, I laughed along and swore Joel would be sleeping alone for at least a week! Until I noticed him in the bed, and he definitely wasnʼt sleeping, nor was he alone…

There's no guidebook to being dead you know! You've just got to make the most of it. And luckily enough for me, making Mirandas life hell is my version of Heaven.

{singing again}

Oh isn't it strange!

Oh isn't it intriguing?

How death doesn't mean a thing when there's no point in breathing?

Oh isn't it admirable?

Aren't I a saint?

For sure I'm a god damn Martyr

I've accepted my lot without complaint

and I've become so much smarter!

I may be nothing but air!

And I may nothing at all!

But I'll be damned

(Though I may be dead)

And I'll be damned

(I'll have her head!)

If her picture will hang on his wall!

I may be nothing but air!

And I may nothing at all!

But I'll be damned

(Though I may be dead)

And I'll be damned

(I'll have her head!)

If her picture will hang on MY wall

But if there's something that I'm certain of!

and something you all ought to know!

The simple fact of the matter is;

The outrageous fact of the matter is!

The only fact of the matter is!!!

The bitch has got to go!!!!

*lights down to blackout*

End scene

You're making love. Is that what it's called? I thought we had love, but we never had...that. Arms intertwined, sweat, and rhythmic, hot breathing that sounds like muffled tribal music. Fingers clutching and grabbing desperately to be deeper, be closer...I never saw that side of you. The side your showing him right in front of me. You need him. Never needed me... Only need could have driven you to take my life Kara. My life. My precious life used to be all I had. But there's more waiting for us...for you than just...my life!

The panels on the wall shook like the space shuttle launched unannounced. Kara didn't even notice she was so close to orgasm, quaking and quivering with pleasure on top of Mark...but he did. "K! K? Hold on!"

"No baby! Keep going! I'm close!" Kara moaned.

"Babe!" Mark lifted her weight off of him deftly.

"Goddammit Mark! What the hell?" Kara spit venom and shook sweaty on the bed with interrupted anticipation. Mark stood, eyes wide, and groped in the dark for his Calvin Klein's without taking his eyes off the wall.

"Bbb...baby...someone's in here," the lug stammered.

"Oh fuck, then go and be a hound dog then Fido. Go on! Get the scent boy!" Kara mocked while lighting her Camel Light. "That's what all those hours in the gym are for, right bucko?" Kara pursed her lips wondering if one of his pre-workout drinks were making him go limp again. Some ruse genius, least his ass looks good from this angle.

"I...I'm not kiddin' babe! There was a-" The muscle clad underwear model shot ten feet off the ground, as if lifted by hurricane wind, and his head splintered through the hard wood ceiling, crushing his skull instantly. Kara tried to shriek, but the shock made her vocal chords convulse, producing a husky cough at best.

The weight of Mark's body stretched his neck after a few seconds, until the cracked wood sliced through the flesh and the body gave way, clumping to the ground in a decapitated writhing mess, pumping warm dark liquid all over the wood floors. In the dark it looked like a deep ocean oil spill, seen from a great distance. "Huuuh...kak. Hhhow?" Was all Kara could make out before he appeared like a wraith. The ghostly visage of her recently buried fiance hovered, electrified in the darkness by the crimson blood beneath him.

"Kara, you took my tomorrow, now all of yours are owed me, and I'm a collector now." The specter breathed in a dusky growl.

"Bbbaby...I'm...sssssoo ssooorrryyy..." Kara quaked in terror, nude and visibly rocking.

The ghost rushed to her, enveloping her form in an empty, visceral, chill. "You killed me to have a connection...so now, I'll let you live, but any connection you ever make again will end up as Mark did. It is my gift...to you."

Itʼs not what I pictured for my wedding day;

Iʼm alone with rose petals on the bed.

The honeymoon suite is all I dreamed;

Your lies on ‘repeat’ in my head.

I was a fool to think you were different,

A fool to believe in any man.

You're a fool to marry a scandalous slut.

We're all victims of your murderous plan.

You could've just broken up with me.

You could've just given me the boot.

Killing your girl seems a bit excessive,

To put an end to a lovers dispute.

You really thought youʼd be free of me.

When I fell by your hand, by your knife.

My death was supposed to clear the path;

For your new life and pretty new wife.

You've never believed in things unseen;

Stupid man, you'll learn tonight.

My vengeful spirit crashed the wedding;

My gift will be to set things to right.

The reception should be ending soon,

You celebrated with family and friends.

In just a few days, they'll reconvene,

Your funeral, they'll be back to attend.

The door flies open with a drunken bang,

If my heart beat, it would be racing.

And there you stand in your pinstripe suit,

In the doorway, your new wife embracing.

I study her with a most critical eye;

Sheʼs got some nerve wearing white!

She stole my boyfriend freshman year!

Now sheʼs stolen my wedding night!

You're carrying her over the threshold.

My eyes roll at the cheeseball display.

No way you'll keep this act up for long…

Your eyes wander, and you tend to stray!

You stumble until you reach the bed,

She falls from your arms, ungraciously.

Her white dress billows out like clouds,

Iridescent sequins flash tastelessly.

She exhales loudly, then lets out a fart.

I smile at your dark, hateful scowl.

Looks like the bride got a little too drunk,

Maybe the bride realized the groom's'foul.

Shower turns on, us girls left alone;

My knife cuts her free of her dress.

Smooth skin mocks, begs to be carved,

She's'about to be a hot, bloody mess

Quick, restraining her arms and her legs,

Then I cover her mouth with duct tape.

The fear in her eyes fills me with glee,

No runaway bride, no escape!

The water shuts off, I rise to the ceiling.

Time to kick off the festivities!

I kill the lights as I hear him curse…

The bride whimpers in her captivity.

The look on his face is utterly priceless!

Once Iʼm ready, I turn on the light.

His mind canʼt accept what his eyes see,

Like a girl, he screams out in fright!

Heʼs stuttering, seeking his lost reflection,

But itʼs just me, glaring from the mirror.

Iʼm chanting nonsense to freak him out,

He whispers, “What are you doing here?"

"Iʼm here for revenge!" My voice is thunder.

He winces as if in physical pain.

My voice gets louder, echoes resound!

Iʼm screaming the hymns of the insane!

He covers his ears and runs to the room,

His bride stops him dead in his tracks,

He's looking wild, desperate to flee,

I walk in the room with an axe.

"No, please no!” I like how he begs.

I smile widely, laughing hysterically.

I swing the axe hard like a baseball bat,

It lands, I'm struck with sudden clarity.

I realize that he never loved me…

He's a selfish, self centered prick.

Physical love, that's all he's capable of

He loves holes where he can stick his dick.

Down on the floor, pathetic he bleeds.

Axe handle protrudes from his belly.

Wet gurgling sounds, he shits himself.

He's Despicable, vile and now smelly.

I realize my hearts not cold like his;

It's not easy to inflict this much pain.

But I'm no quitter, so I power through,

This opportunity won't come again.

Unbuckle his pants, pull out his wiener,

So weird in its limp, flaccid state.

I slice it off clean, he lets out a scream!

On the bed, the bride patiently waits.

I pull the axe free, blood gushes out.

I swing down once more on his leg.

It's a death blow, his artery's been cut,

It doesn't matter how much he begs.

I want him to see, to watch in horror,

The death I have planned for the bride.

His severed dick is stuffed down her throat,

Choking on dick is how she died.

To all who find themselves stupid in love,

Please learn from my sad, ugly story.

No happy ever after, love never lasts,

There's'no future, no hope, and no glory.

Derek twirled Lindsey playfully inside the suite, at the end of it of the motion, pushing her lightly onto the lush, oversized bed. He lifted his arms and proclaimed to her, “For you my love, all this for you.”

“Because you love me?” Lindsey asked, a flush smile upon her face as she hiked up her dress to reveal more leg and hint at her want, “or because I helped you rid of him?”

“Because of love of course!” although his eyes said it was at least as much that his rival was now dead. Lindsey broke her wanton gaze with Derek to take in the gorgeous room. The painting of the the lady was breathtaking, the many vases of flowers overkill if not secretly appreciated, and a bottle of wine uncorked, two goblets of blood-red waiting to be indulged in. They might have to wait a while.

For the first time in two weeks, Lindsey was very relaxed. The guilt of killing her fiance gnawed at her a bit, but that was always overshadowed by her desire for Derek. It was a cruel ending to a guy that was probably better than both of them combined, but love can make one do the darkest of deeds. What gnawed at her more was getting caught, losing everything she sacrificed for after, especially losing Derek. Derek assured her that if she did the deed, he would make sure no one would ever know. Kyle was indeed dead, by her hand. His case was already closed as a suicide. Lindsey would soon have Kyle’s fortune and got to finally focus her attentions again on Derek completely.

Lindsey took a glass of the wine and took a sip, watching her lover casually undress, his pace as much a tease as one could be. The wolfish smile on his face evidence that he wanted to be going faster. Lindsey ached for him. It was a harsh ache, it seemed like it had been forever since she tasted his lips, felt his touch, ached at his bite, and just held him inside herself. He looked ready to devour even though she was sure she was going to devour him as much. She broke their shared gaze again, looking at the painting once more and now seeing the painting glaring back at her in a menacing way. Lindsey shrieked and spilled some of her wine.

“What is wrong, Lins?”, Derek turned to look for what was causing the distress.

“That painting. It is glaring at me, at us. That is not how it looked a minute ago.”

Derek laughed, “Oh, you have obviously been overstressed my dear. The painting…”

“Changed. I swear it. When I first looked upon it, I was thinking how I wanted it for my bedroom at home. Now it’s…”

Derek looked at the painting more closely, then to Lindsey, then back again. “Are you sure? When I was setting up the room earlier, this is how the painting looked? Menacing yet erotic. I can cover it if you prefer.”

Lindsey tried to look at the painting in Derek’s light. There was an eroticness to the woman’s hunger. It reminded her of her own again. She brought her eyes to Derek and reached for him, all pretense for play erased. Need trumped temptations now. He smile as he joined her on the bed, reaching up her skirt to find how wanting she was. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and sucked her off of them, making her swoon and forget about the painting. Derek reached down and ripped her dress open, kissing her neck, biting her left shoulder. God, she loved how he bit her when the passion flowed. He bit down harder and she moaned. She felt her right shoulder be bit, but Derek’s mouth was still on her left. The painting was smiling wickedly now. Lindsey screamed.

Derek misinterpreted her terror though. He spread her legs with his own and entered her with little resistance. Lindsey looked into her lover’s eyes, wanting to get lost in him instead of her panic. On the first few thrusts, she watched Derek grunt in his bliss of being in her.

“This IS what you want, isn’t it Lindsey?”

As she moaned her yes, his face seemed to be superimposed with Kyle’s. His smile lustful and hungrier than anything Derek wore or even anything that Kyle wore when he was still alive and her lover.

“I THOUGHT so, Lins…”

Lindsey heard the words, but in Kyle’s voice. She tried to scream again, but moaned instead. She clawed at Derek’s body, but that only caused him to thrust faster and harder.

“I THOUGHT you loved ME, Lins…”

Lost in a moment of deep pleasure and absolute terror, the guilt of what she had done to Kyle swelled up in parallel with the tide of pleasure building within her. Her body knew Derek’s touch and enthusiasm, but her mind saw, heard, smelled and felt Kyle. Her panicked mind, her killer mind reached for the wine bottle, broke it against the table as Derek rode her wearing Kyle’s face, and slashed at her lover’s body, stabbing him in the neck, blood fountaining everything. She didn’t notice the handset to the phone in the room falling from the cradle, and the keys 9-1-1 depressing seemingly on their own.

“I killed you! I killed you! I KILLED you!”

Derek looked down at her in shock and confusion as the light dimmed from his eyes.

“Bitch, you stabbed me!” Derek screamed in a hollow voice.

“She killed you too. Just like she killed me. Well, not just like…”

Derek turned to the sound of Kyle’s voice. His greatest rival. “You are suppose to be dead.”

“Oh, I am very DEAD. No thanks to the both of you. Now, so are you. She can’t hear you by the way, she could barely hear me.” Kyle took a step and hovered closer. “There is a funny thing about death. There are forth paths after death. One is to follow the calling of a light. One is to get pulled into a dark. One is to anchor yourself to earth because each of the first two paths are frightening…,” Kyle paused hovering closer.

“And the fourth?” Derek asked, slowly feeling his new reality take shape.

“Oh...when the spirit is fresh and new, it can get ripped apart. It can get ripped apart by accident, by an equal pull between the light and the dark, or by a very disgruntled ghost.”

Kyle launched at Derek and began to shred his worthless soul, an empty vengeance to the life that was taken from him, but a vengeance all the same. The room was filled with Lindsey’s scream as she cradled her dead lover. She screamed when the knocks came to her door. She wept as they took her away.

~~~

Lindsey sat in her cell, taking in how halogen light almost mimicked moonlight. How she missed the moonlight and all of the times she was loved under it. How she missed Derek. She even missed Kyle, before she fell into Derek’s gravity and becoming a pawn within their endless game.

She thought about a time before she could ever even fathom killing someone. Now she has killed two men. Both her lovers, both that she even loved in different ways at some point. Derek’s love was a sweet poison. A compulsion. A craving you can’t shake. It dwarfed the love she had for Kyle. Made that love seem like a cheap, frivolous thing. Still, for the first time in a long time, she admitted to herself that she did love Kyle once upon a time. Once she did, the guilt for killing him truly struck home.

“I loved you too,” Kyle whispered.

Lindsey looked up and saw Kyle’s form shimmer in the halogen light.

“Are you really there?”

“Yes, for a short time your guilt allows this.”

“You were there that night, he was suddenly you.”

“I was there, you pulled me into the room. He was always himself though. You saw me because you wanted to see me. I watched you from afar.”

“But I saw you, I heard you. I felt...you bite my right shoulder.”

“I cannot say why you saw my face instead of his. As I am now, I can barely change the world. I can shift paint. I can, with enormous effort, press some buttons…I was thinking about biting your shoulder, but didn’t actually do it. Interesting that you felt the thought...”

“The picture…”

“That was me…”

“It was…”

“A reflection of my feelings. Enormous hurt but still the echo of longing I had for you…”

“Had?”

“I have been a spirit too long now, I needed to fuel my vengeance with my passions. Only embers remain now.”

Lindsey nodded. Her love for him was nothing but embers anymore.

“Will Derek visit me too?”

“I am afraid that will never happen, Lins. However, I will leave you a gift of him. Goodbye. There is nothing left keeping me here. I do hope you eventually find peace for what you have done. For what you could have had with me, yet tossed away.”

Kyle shimmered away, a glowing spark of gold hovering where he reached out for her, her gift.

It was beautiful, it hummed with Derek. She touched it without hesitation, because she ached for any hint of Derek. It popped as she touched it, her soul instinctively knew that spark was a piece of Derek’s soul, a memory that for some reason was separated from it. His voice filled her head:

“The stupid bitch believes I love her. She killed him, for me. She is going to give me his everything. What a fool she is. I wonder how long she will force me to play this ruse before it sinks in who I really am.”

Lindsey shook until she wept at the truth of it, as if a fog lifted. She wept uncontrollably, never feeling so alone or unloved. Never feeling as much as a fool as she was. She had a good life, and she threw it away.

Kyle watched her with pity. It gave him no pleasure to give her that last piece of Derek. It was a kindness to free her of Derek’s false promise. A kindness he had to pay if he was to move on himself. The earth didn’t ground him anymore. Now the only option yet was either to yield to the calling of the light, or the pull of the dark. As frightening as both were, he whispered his final goodbye to a woman he once loved and gave his answer to the calling and the pull.

I looked at them.

It was a bloody chaos.

Reality of love.

A haunting betrayal.

He buried me, but I am still wandering.

To see the truth of my beloved's lies.

So, I could end my pain to night.

and will leave this world, with contentment in my heart.

I will leave all my Broken DREAMS.

speechless ARROGANCE,

all BRUISES on my soul,

TEARS, which could not even come out now.

DISBELIEF, MISERY, PAIN you gave me

and all your BLACK PROMISES.

In this world of lust, as these are belongings of here.

As your wedding gifts, my dear.

So...... you do not regret anymore.                                         by  Nadya                     

My stitches fitted your scars,

perfectly.

Under the first full moon of May,

delusional,

you kissed me and told me

"My heart is yours!"

You promised me.

Then you ripped mine,

brutally,

leaving my face with blood,

effortlessly.

How wishful of me to think

your forever is 

the same as mine. 

While you kiss her now,

calmly,

speaking words of love,

certainly,

the scars you left on my soul

now fit to the stitches

on your past.

Now I'm watching you,

heartless,

only my shadow hunts you,

speachless.

You feel my soul 

grabbing the parts of you

that you keep hiden.

Ripping every piece,

brutally, 

dancing with your fears,

effortlessly.

How wishful of you to think 

that I won't haunt you 

till your last breath. 

And she, she was just a bonus,

lucky me.  

The muddy 80 proof dirtied your lips, rising from the misty distillation mash like some ethanol ghost, burning your throats with acidic memories of me. 

There is, after all, a reason they call them spirits. 

I'm inside you now, numbing the guilt with liquid brown malaise. 

He's inside you now, guttural moans bouncing off the Swiss Alps. 

Fire. You feel fire. Not from your lover. But from that night you watched my kerosene corpse dance with blue mountain peak flames until I was only ashes. Like a cigarette killed in a single drag between your harlot lips.

There is no climax. Could it be the whiskey's cock-softening curse or could it be something else?

He sees me. He thrusts you off his lap and backpedals. Backpedals out onto the balcony, over the railing. I count three somersaults (shoddy technique) during his sixteen-story tumbling act. 

He hits, lies motionless. Lays motionless. He's just a thing now. Just like me. Your second thing in as many weeks. 

You don't see me. You never believed in me before; why would you start now?

A sickly chill rides your spine. Goose-pimpled hairs in full salute. That's me, baby. Happy honeymoon.