Evil Stalks.

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Jessica

For  the longest  time  the child  had  gathered bones  and dead insects.

Body parts she  cut  from animals  so  she could learn  how  they  worked .

Not  dead  animals  the  organs  had  to  be alive  and pumping

Warm and  growing,  breathing , flowing.

It  had  started  with  a bone  collection  but  she had  needed  to have  more knowledge.

She  gathered  spiders  and  insects  from the hedge .

Soon  cats and  dogs went  missing , they’d disappear?

Her  mother shut  her eyes  to what  she guessed, keeping  silent her fear.

The  child  spent  less and  less  time  at home

She  preferred to be in the woods foraging  on her  own.

Then  the odd  baby   disappeared  from  it’s cot

The  need  for  learning   was  all that mattered  to  the swot.

One  day  she was gone,  she  did not  return home

The  child  had  decided  it  was time  to roam.

With  necklaces of  eyes  and  ears  and trinkets  made of  bone

She traveled  the word  her  skills to  practice  and hone.

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 Lock  your  windows , close  your  doors

She  is out  there  crossing  fields  and  moors

She is  bigger now  and  stronger

Only  harvests  what  she needs, keeps her donors  alive  longer

What  made  the child want  to  kill  this  way

The  thirst  for  knowledge  one  might  say.

Or  maybe  pure  evil invaded  her  whole

She  was  such a  beauty  in  body  but not in soul.

Beware  when out on  day or  night

Beware  those eyes  so angelic  a sight .

Run from the clink of bone and tooth

She  will not  spare  you  and  that is  the truth!

                  ☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀

Above is a little bedtime story I wrote in 2015. Hope you enjoy. 💜

The Hairdresser

At the hairdressers’, shampoo rinsing in the sink behind you, water drip drip drip. Towel drying your tresses then combing out  the knots slick slick slick  time now for the magic scissor blades eating at your hair clip clip clip.

Talk of last nights conquests, who was with who and did what dig dig dig dig. Would you like a coffee, tea or water, coffee black  no sugar, please sip sip sip . Get the feathering done now, scissor blades flash hair falls snip snip snip snip  Oh! that’s my favourite song, oh yeah! it is just so good to dance to click click  click.

Are you holidaying this year?on safari my, me? not this year I can’t afford the trip trip trip. The junior brings the  coffee in her pretty flip flops painted toes go flip flip flip. Spraying lacquer, styling mousse , firming  gel and hot brush, hair goes flick flick flick.

Last touches now,a tease here, a lift there.Wow that looks good don’t ya think ! slick slick slick  Time to pay into your purse you unzip zip zip ,zip and a tip yes, another dip dip dip !

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cutting your souls

Men and women come in for styles outrageous as they dare dare dare.  Couples too come  for his and hers styles and I do the pair pair pair. They are always pleased and say my rates are fair fair fair.

They come to me once a month so I can cut their hair hair hair. I  make them beautiful so their friends will stare stare stare stare.   They say my styles are beautiful, amazing yes I have a flair flair flair.

They have no idea I am collecting their souls, they don’t care care care.They get the unique styles they want, I get souls which I will not share share share share. As I sweep up the cuttings from the floor, well they are spare spare spare.

I am never late, my job is my life and I live up the stairs stair stair  stair. This is my life cutting their souls for me it is like breathing  air air air air ………………………..

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