Picking wildflowers and chasing butterflies flittering like autumn leaves, careful to avoid childhood smudges whilst dressed in Sunday's best,
parts of "The Bee Song," gaily escape the thoughtful downturn of pink-tinged lips:
["Oh what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
Toying with the tulips,"]
Surely the saggy-jawed gray man will be less monochrome after viewing such a colorful bouquet, just as surely, he will not become known for his sadistic palate.
Unknowingly immersed within a morbid game of hide and seek, the reality of being apprehended and striped nude produces racking sobs of distress,
intensifying with terror and mortification.
…Biting…
…Kicking…
…Clawing…
and frantically begging for mommy;
limpidness becomes cruelly defaced and trampled underfoot.
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The first earsplitting scream bursts from behind a filthy gag
as the nail-filled paddle finds its mark,
drawing blood beneath the slender fangs of polished steel.
Again and again,
the bite of each swing pierces and shreds through soft tissue;
pulverizing twitching muscle fibers.
Surrendering to the blinding haze of anguish,
a dainty ear is sliced and ripped free from its scalp,
...then the other,
offsetting a horrid smile, carved from one severed auricle to the next.
Desperately praying for divine intervention,
eyes bulge and roll in both horror and agony
before being skewered and gouged from their sockets.
(Consciousness wavers and weakens…)
The divine intervention prayed for
is finally bestowed
by the mercy found in death;
sequentially granting an everlastingly childhood
-to 'flirt with the butterflies, strong upon their wings'
as an abandoned body is continuously mutilated
and shamelessly devoured.
Author notes
Author name: FallingSideways
What is more dark then the acts of an actual psychopath such as Albert Fish?
This is based on two of his victims:
Grace Budd (1918-1928)
Billy Gaffney (1923-1927)
I inserted an excerpt to
THE BEE SONG
(Kenneth Blain, 1938)
for my own reasons.
I also wanted to portray that the repercussion of surviving such severe abuse would have most likely been more worse then the release Grace and Billy found in death.
A contest entry
- The Darkwrite Challenge Round III by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
800 points, ended November 7, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Ah... Serial killers with my morning cereal.
This was a really well written piece on the subject at hand. I rather enjoyed the transition from innocence to mutilation and the soul-shocking horror that would accompany going through such a thing. I appreciate your twisted obsessions. Really I do.
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yum....what a great combo eh?
ha, glad someone does.
honestly I am not insane... well it hasn't been proven anyways.
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This still gives me the creeps but I think it's mostly because I read up on him too. Sick man. Brilliant poem.
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thanks spigot.
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WOW!
This is definately an excellent write. I really think that you did an extremely powerful job here.
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Thank you. It was not easy putting such monstrosity into words and it was a sad topic of research.
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