Rose Petals

Rose petals scattered the floor of Jake’s apartment. When Sophie walked in she saw them and smiled, it was Valentine’s Day after all and she had been expecting a surprise proposal from Jake, all day she had been nervous with anticipation. She took off her coat to reveal her dress, it was the sexiest one she owned, she had bought it solely for this moment, she planned to show Jake exactly why he loved her and no one else. Two wine glasses stood on the table next to a very expensive bottle of red wine, she filled them both up. The petals marked a trail into his bedroom, she knew he would be in there waiting for her, she picked up the glasses and carried them to the bedroom door. The door was pulled to but not fully closed, she nudged it open with her elbow and stepped into the room.
She dropped the wine glasses, the wine instantly soaked into the carpet but she took no notice, she was staring at the bed. Jake was lying on the bed, she had expected that, but what she never expected was the hedge trimmer sticking out of him, it had half severed his head from his body and blood was splattered everywhere.
“I’ve been waiting for you Sophie.”
They were the last words Sophie ever heard, before she even got a look at her attacker she felt the blade of a knife cut into her neck, she was dead by the fifth penetration.
Martine grinned and dropped the knife. She used a towel to wipe the blood splatter from her face. She liked the messy kills, she so rarely got to do them in her line of work so when she did it was always a pleasure. She looked to the bed, she had hoped to sever the head completely but the hedge trimmer had jammed and stuck halfway through the spinal column, she couldn’t get it out.
She shrugged, “Next time remember the chainsaw… or maybe a bonesaw.”
She smirked and walked out, her job completed.

Follow.

Crimson water thick as gravy flowing down the bedroom walls
Nails sharp as razor blades extending from vicious claws
Ear piercing screams again and again penetrate the silence
Skulls crushing in into dust, clamped down by tyrants
Madness streaming into sanity like blood turning to water
We drink from the fountain like lambs to the slaughter
Needle piercing our lips, stitch those mouths up tight
Use of fear and false enemies make them too stupid to fight
Hands raised into the sky, reaching for the dawn
Blood soaking every hand, we are but their spawn.

"Don't stand too close to someone, you'll miss the bigger picture, but don't stand too far away, you'll miss the details. Stand just far enough away that ignoring their normal voice is considered socially acceptable."

K. Wilkinson

"A good writer will make you imagine, a great writer will make you believe."

K. Wilkinson in 2000? maybe, maybe from someone else earlier.

Screaming

They were screaming, screaming

As my eyes bled

They shouted and blamed me

Filling me with dread

They tormented and they hit me

I wished I were dead

They fought about me all the time

Said it was all in my head

The psychological nightmares

They wished to embed

Terrified me so much

I saw nothing but red

Walls melting like blood

Riding the red snow in my sled

I should have fled

Not been mislead

Broken that last thread

But if I ran, who would they torture in my stead?

When we loved

When we loved, we loved eternal

Forever and a day

When I smiled it was for you

Saying all that we couldn’t say

When we danced we touched the sky

Together in our loneliness

When the music stopped we stood alone

Returning to emptiness

Not a gesture, not a sign

Not a look across the room

What we had was silent

And the moment over too soon

When we spoke we spoke internal

And when we loved we loved eternal

"And the sweet serenity of silence was lost to them, they could never shut up long enough to appreciate it's mirth."