Murderer

Who entered the door
When I had the key?
I remember forgetting
Hands passing right
through me

Over my skin and closed throat
I was diminished of my own accord
The smell akin to fear, rotting leaves
Blow in through an open window

The house was rotting
The lights stayed on
While we slept

A strange film like wax
Hung over me
In the collapse of the wreckage.
How little I understood
Like a black and white photograph
In the bloody aftermath

You are gone
Key marks scratch the door jamb
The paper lamp sweeps the remains
of what was obvious and what was lost
Night seeps through the window
as a warning in this bloody holocaust

The final maelstrom covers the cursed night
Morning never arrives peacefully from the final fight
With soft red flesh as red soup again and again
Your cold eye stares at me through paper skin
You died so young, oh so young
Why did I deserve to live
My guilty confession unuttered?

I was always the invisible one,
Walking like a spirit amongst others,
They would hurt me just for fun,
But no one expected me to become a colD BLoOdEd MuRdErEr...

The murders started slowly,
Each night another would be gone
You could call this unholy
But when being a mUrDeReR it doesn't matter...

You would light a cigarette
and it would remind
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
where the world lost its color

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, where horror in its purest form is a calculated crime against both the aspirations of the soul and affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre, befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings, once lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night, and is haunted by the memory of her cat.

Her fiction has been featured in Schlock Magazine, The Official Fields of the Nephilim Site, SinisterCity, and U.K.’s Dark of Night Magazine.

Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, The Horror Zine and elsewhere.

Her first collection of poetry, Devil in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of macabre horror, gothic, surreal supernatural poetry is now available on Amazon.

Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/

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