AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR
a single malt with a twist of lime,
deceiving ventures told with knowing lies,
a wisdom broken beneath the skin,
an unhappiness seen from the outside looking in,
broken beyond the pointed sky,
sultry looks with payment in mind,
we are given to fly,
words woven to facilitate an understand,
misrepresentation in all aspects of fact,
political assassinations without any tact,
lower-level miracles,
not magic but slight of hand,
we give,
we take,
but we never are complete…
a writing not written,
a wanting not seen,
facsimile smiles,
we harbour our fears,
and fester our lies,
the devil our saviour,
a simple restitution,
eyes on the prise,
cum covered pillows,
crust covered thighs,
there is a symphony of percussions,
music only I can hear,
the foreboding,
the forbidden,
the end is where I begin…
A Plague Of Locusts
“I DON’T SEE HOW ANY OF THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! I’VE SAT HERE LISTENING TO YOU TALK FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE DAYS, AND I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY! SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST SAY IT AND BE DONE WITH ALL THESE GAMES!” he spits venomously, each word dripped in the meat that covers his ever-weakening bones.
The gale blows violently once more, sending him careening across the room and into the buildings side. But he does not stop there, instead he plummets through the plaster boards and out into the blackness that awaits outside.
A Disregarded Gift
“TOYING WITH YOU! TOYING WITH YOU!” he bellows whilst his laughter erupts to hysterical levels. “MY DEAR CHILD, I TOY WITH NO ONE! IT IS YOU WHO HAS BEEN TOYING ME WITH! YOU SEEKED ME OUT! YOU WANTED MY GIFT! AND THEN WHEN THE PRICE WAS PAID YOU TURN INTO AN UNGRATEFUL CHILD! PICK A LANE AND DRIVE WOMAN!”
Without a word of warning she thrusts a left and right jab into the side of Kevin, then rises her left leg and brings it down like a guillotine onto his head, thrusting him to the ground in a forced heap.
sand lined boxes,
salt laced drinks,
we are the experiments of a dying disease,
the human race,
not run,
not won,
a breed pushing towards our own extinction,
bleeding eyes,
decaying lies,
we are,
but we are not,
poignant reasons to why,
but no fight,
no life,
denied…
a wayward glance towards an ending you gave me,
decided upon by a power trip,
wholesome worthless whining,
poisoned waters,
lies,
deceit,
we gave all,
yet you wanted something else,
directions unspoken,
lines drawn yet not shown,
we are the dead walking,
without knowledge or fact,
a wisdom shared,
but not with those that needed it,
pictures painted without paints,
you are lost,
without open eyes,
blind,
but so are we…
Balls The Size Of
She smiles nervously while her brothers laugh, “What makes you think you could ever convince me to give you MY empire?”
“Because it ain’t just yours, it’s all of yours, every single one of you snivelling FUCKS!” he says as he gestures towards the six of them with his hammer while a smile cascades across his moustached covered lips. “And I’ll keep working my way through you all until someone either gives it up, or everyone falls beneath me and my hammer.”
“CAN YOUR FUCKING HAMMER STOP A BULLET?” Heath cries as he pulls his revolver out from its holster.
All In The Wash
He looks behind him, then back to the strange man. “A-A-Are you talking to me?”
The man smiles broadly, “Is there anyone else here?”
Mitchell shrugs, and looks up at himself and Sarah who scream unheard words at each other.
“Not those two, they are not like us Daniel. They are on a different causeway, where we, we are by-products of a better time, a sweeter time.”
“A sweeter time?” he asks as he raises his brow in curiosity.
“Yes, those times in the void beneath voids. They were times grander than memories forgotten, do you remember our times together?”
harboured views of a distorted vision,
given life by a demented villain,
i waged war to the den of thieves,
victory continued out of reach,
i taught to wield the devils sword,
vinegar and blood,
semen and spit,
a solution,
revolting,
we cup,
but we cannot,
i saw you suck the flesh of man,
it scoured you as it came,
one moment,
divided by two and multiplied by a thousand,
sacrifice a few for the many,
dances,
fornificated,
we are,
you too,
braised pork and a figment or two…
pretend that were dead,
for the colour changes there,
mystical moments painted in red,
sequins glistening in the light,
a mirror image,
the witches delight,
misogynistic infidelity,
forward motion,
backwards steps,
a friction of insanity,
tidal waves,
moments upon moments,
free my seclusion,
as you make your way down to me…
We Be But Goading Children
The smile disappears from his lips, and he stares at her blankly, before leaning back in his chair and stuffing a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. “You think this is a joke?” he asks as he drags a match along the side of its box which brings the flame to life. He stares at her with unwaveringly disgust while the matches flame licks the burnt end of the cigarette like a hungry child.
“I-I-I,” she swallows an uneasy mouthful of air that feels like churning cement, forcing her to cough and splutter with a desperation savoured for more desperate times.
No Safe Passage
“I’m s-s-sorry,” she sobs, as she cups his face in her palm. “Every fault and misstep we take endangers ourselves and all those who rely on us to return with supplies, you have sentenced one or both of us to death. I will not bring this darkness home, so make your choice, and make it before the time past time is done.”
“I-I-I, I can’t do it, I can’t leave you here to die. There MUST be another way!”
She smiles softly and pinches his cheek with the reassurance of a grandparent. “I am fine with what must be done
memories of lesser things have given flight to that which has deceived me,
my cup lies empty whilst the decay burns through my flesh,
searing and stubbornly destroying my everything like an unending wave of impossibleness,
yet here you come to yearn away my ending all the while forgetting how I began,
blood and the cries of the mother,
my suffrage,
my pittance for prayer,
lay down before me and know that today may be silent,
but tomorrow will break free…
plastic cries,
a wet dreams surprise,
my obsession,
within depression,
knows no end or size,
whimsical in nature,
defiled inside my squared circle,
heartfelt wishing,
strangers kissing,
divine deviation of the path,
wrought with danger,
flippant blame constrainer,
your theories turn to lies,
while decay burns away your eyes,
suffocate the hand that feeds,
demented virtue allowed to run free…
A Door Removed From Memory
William raises an eyebrow with intense curiosity. “Hazar! Then it’s decided, isn’t it!” he says with uncontrollable excitement as he slaps his hands together powerfully with thunderous bravado. “You have arrived at my feet not to be part of my story, but because I am an integral part of yours,” he says with a broad smile, as he pulls a key from his pocket and holds it out towards Darren.
“W-What’s that?” he asks nervously.
“WHY IT’S A KEY!” William says proudly as he grabs Darren’s and slaps the key into his palm and tightly closes his hand back up.
It’s Not All Slight Of Hand
He swallows a mouthful of saliva as it tries to escape his mouth, then drags his sleeve across his mouth, wiping away the excess drool. Then nervously looks up at Roberto and smiles awkwardly. “S-Sorry, when I g-get carried away m-my adrenal glands kick into overdrive and f-flood my mouth with saliva.”
“Salivary,” Roberto quips back quickly.
“S-S-Sorry?”
“They are called your salivary glands, the glass that produce your saliva. It’s an honest mistake that anyone could make,” he says with a broad smile. “See your adrenal glands are in your kidneys, where your salivary glands are in your mouth.”
clumsily disconnected,
forcibly removed,
a future within a decaying box,
ashes in the mouth of life,
let that pretty smile wash away the tears of a plastic tree,
do it again,
see it fall,
don’t fake it,
a goodbye that’ll last,
walking away in an ache,
friends made into a belief,
crimson in design,
violent in flair,
a pain unopened,
trust impaired,
the delicate shower…
impurities lessen me,
the spark of wonder I cannot see,
the decay of all things,
crest fallen warriors on the road to victory,
from a war they’ve already lost,
mirrors reflecting back at me,
shame not worn by me,
I never faltered,
I never fell,
symbolistic souvenirs,
my wisdom unimportant,
I grant the flower water,
but hide it from the garden,
you seek,
I see,
fleeting nuances,
my forever disease…
A Fixation On Furnaces
“Why do you push me away? Why do you treat me as if I am the enemy? Was it not you who pursued me? Was it not you who desired a bonding? Was it not you who encouraged a sexual joining? You bore me into this world, then moulded me into this. If you do not desire what I have become, then there is no need for me to be me.” she purrs through her engorged lips.
“I-I-I, I never wanted THIS!”
“Then you should’ve been more specific about what you wanted!” she hisses as he starts falling once again.
Miles Of Smile
Hargrave smiles nervously, biting into his own flesh with a bloody result. He hisses and grabs the side of his face, then snarls like a rabid animal before spitting a wad of blood to the ground.
“He wasn’t your friend, and neither will I if you disrespect me again!”
“When have we been friends? You keep me alive because I’m your canary!”
“My what?”
“Your canary, the thing you push out in front of you to ensure if there’s any danger, I face it first.”
Hargrave laughs loudly, “THAT YOU ARE!” he bellows as his smile encompasses his entire face.