How to Kill a complete Stranger and Other Short Stories. “It was a deep dark dank hole which contained all the secrets of the earth. The soil, purging worms and grubs writhing filth in the rotten cavities and soft cushiony dirt , plump and swollen to the touch with moisture. 
The roots had been ripped and shorn to make way for the fleshy mannequin I had slung over my back. Bury all the vines covered by mouths whispers and sounds. Its possible you could have heard all this torment deep in my shoulder blades if you’d been there to listen.My eyes span nauseatingly around in my head and the urge to be violently sick tickled my throat.
What you feel, is human, is killer, is real.”

Bad Taste There it stood out of the mans chest ,like a bizarre monument. Thick sharp and metallic with its wooden handle pointing in my direction like an accusatory finger. A tang of blood spiked the air and filled my nostrils as I watched a deep palette of red, blush outwardly from the area I was staring at dumbfoundedly. This was my first kill and the thrilling splatter of emotions rushing through my power engorged brain told me that it wouldn't be the last The colour drained from my face as my hearing returned from pure white noise to a cacophony of spluttering and banging. Apparently very much still alive, my supposed murder victim thrashed absurdly around the small basement. Eyes bulging with spittle flecking his chin making what comically sounded like quacking noises..god, that stupid knife still sticking out of his chest mocking my incompetence. I hadn't done it properly, it wasn't like the movies, this was conflicting severely with how I had imagined this scenario to be played out. I was suddenly very angry. A white hot burn surged through my forehead,little trickles of sweat beading on my forehead each one screaming its own little order. KILL HIM SHUT HIM UP Until the main organ of reason decided the next course of action and shut everything down completely. Feeling like a window blind being yanked downwards I felt the smooth stone hit my knees then my cheek, finally blackness.

Vague embassy Of Disease A dabble in supine flesh Thin under the finger tips, A lace of poppy bruises nested under your skull, troubled skin dashing at your cheeks then forming tears that rush over the sculpted cliffs. Hollows, shade and shadow the creeping descent into the madness , the purple hue of exhaustion fetters the once bright eyed canvas Veins that bump and wave beating gentle and blue visible under the milk white surface. A dabble and a press, Knotted bone inches sit like an armature under that casing praying for the comfort of flesh, and the will of its owner. The ice wraps around the ghost of a #life , taking it down further into the next #life.

Staring Out Amidst the foyer and the fray, #life seemingly crumbled into disarray Should a death have marked this day? It split the seams and opened wide, reaching for hungry entrails and the bereaved casket. And now everything melts to pale, Lying broken, Unfulfilled, I have failed.