At first, a whisper in the night. Your name it says sweetly. Like it might want you there in its cave. Like a shadow passing below the waves under the boat, sinister and secretive. Or perhaps a shrouded figure standing in the doorway to your room, it’s head slightly tilted. Or the one at the end of your bed, hands tightened around the tools it’s brought along. Initially, the whispers were quiet an...

Murder.

And it’s on my hands. I was doomed from the start of time; the time when my fingers twisted themselves in your hair, burning into your memory. Kisses as smooth as sand, yet as dangerous as the ocean during a storm.

You whispered in my ear: “Nothing is ever quite the same with you.” Your lips closed around mine and the world roared up in flames, thunder cackled down at us, the rain beat u...

“The knife belongs to me,” she gasps aloud, her throat closing as her eyes roll in death.

The blade is in her stomach, blood like cranberry runs from her stab wound, more oozes from her mouth. She blinks hard, her mouth agape. Something pierces my back, sharp and cold against my warm flesh.

She grins wickedly, twisting the blade in my back. A scream escapes my lips, I twist over her and she slum...

I let her sink under the waves, a warm tear racing down my cheek. I wipe it away with wet hands and watch her face blur and fade as it drifts a mile down in the water, weights tied to her delicate ankles.

I didn’t mean to kill her, I wanted her gone, of course. But now that her life is gone from this world, I question my actions when her life was in my hands.

“Farewell, my almost lover,” I whisp...

Basset hounds after the deer.

A lion after a weak zebra.

A cat playing with a mouse.

The howls of a new hunt, bark, bark, barking through the tall pines that sway with the breeze of a cloudy, bruised day.

Murder, oh the horror. Crimson on the jaws of a magnificent beast, drip, drip, dripping down its mane, matted in golden fur.

The calls of a bird, tweet, tweet, tweeting from the tops of trees,...

Creeping voices, nails on a chalk board- the closer it gets, the more your heart races with the chant’s drum;

One, two- I’m coming for you

Three, four- better lock your door

Five, six- can you hear my clicks?

Seven, eight- you’re the one I really hate

Nine, ten- I love your beautiful sin....

The pain and hurt, screaming your name on the nights I felt lost. Thought you’d rescue me and you didn’t. I clawed at the walls of my welded cage, hoping to be released. I never dreamt that it was your hands keeping me tied up.

All the efforts into keeping you close, all the cries for your reckless help, the bleeding for the sake of your name. Well… I guess it was all in vain. You never came back...

Blood drips from the knife I hold in one hand, her body lays crushed on the floor, my black boots are sticky with the running red liquid.

Her white wings are folded behind her in submission, I’ve killed an angel now my fate is locked in place…...

Falling, plunging down. You’re smiling, your high has been replenished. You love the feel, the adrenaline… the way you switch between life and death like a black cat with nine lives. You love the sting, the sight from up so high; because falling feels like flying. Until the moment you land.

Once you’ve kissed the ground, no longer flying, scraped and broken, you rise. The scars are still there, a...

I’ve created a monster… a horrible being with fangs and taloned hands. He slinks, growling and terrifying. He’s insane, a cannibal. I’ve created a monster… one who seeks darkness and hates light. One who breaks love but encourages hate. One that is angry, maleficent, malice ridden. I’ve created a monster… that is dangerous.

“Who is this monster?” You might ask me quietly, your beautiful eyes wide...