Windchimes

You asked me to hang windchimes And I did Even though I hate them The thought of them Blowing in the breeze Irritates me The sound of them clinking A grating in my ear That I don’t want to hear Yet I hung them It is not my house But will always be my home […]

Am I Pretty Now Mommy?

Am I pretty now mommy? Her grin was sadistic Am I pretty now mommy? She asked slowly Her eyes were bleeding Tears of red pain Her lips were cracked Dried with old age Am I pretty now mommy? Her ugly heart cries The knife in her hand Holds all of her lies Am I pretty […]