” Silent Screams” Dark Poetry

He cums in my dreams
at least I think I’m asleep
I feel his hated dark presence
as he appears in the night air above

An indescribable face
Horns, razor teeth and the eyes
Eyes if the dead and pits of hell

He pins me down with the strength
summoned from all his demons
He mounts me with lizard like limbs
and clawed, slender fingered hands

Cold as dry ice

His foul breath of a billion
corpses encompasses me

I start to scream
Scream prayers I remembered
as an innocent child

His hard, crooked, thin member
entering and poisoning me
I scream but no one hears
It must be a dream


Excerpt from “The Evil Within”

He was on Colfax and Elizabeth street and there she stood. She was obviously a hooker, all alone, on the corner of the parking lot at a retail complex. He rolled up on her, she inconspicuously slid into the passenger seat and he continued to drive.
“How much,” is all he asked.
“Depends on what you’re looking for,” she answered.
“First of all I want to use handcuffs, you go for that?”
“Figures my first trick of the night and you have to be kinky.”
A whore with an objectionable attitude he thought wryly.
“You aren’t that special bitch, I can always let you out.”
“No, no…I just got in a fight with my man that’s all.”
“Well, are we going to let that interfere with our fun,” asked Hunter?
“Let’s get down to business; handcuffs are all right…what else do you want?”
For the first time since she climbed in the car, he turned to look at her. She was uncommonly pretty, young, had long straight auburn hair, inquisitive green eyes, straight nose, cheekbones most women praised, a full pouting mouth, long slender neck, (which caused Hunter pause), long lean legs exposed by a mini skirt and huge silicone breasts in a push up bra. Overall she was quite striking…but fake he thought.
“First we have to find a place to park where we won’t get busted.”
“I know the perfect place,” she said.
This surprised Hunter, he decided it made his job a lot easier. She directed him to a small park. The lot was well hidden by trees and bushes, even though they were bare due to the winter months. There were no other vehicles, it seemed ideal and the clock was slowly ticking. Hunter reached in back into the gym bag. He grabbed the half empty bottle of peppermint schnapps. He offered the girl a drink and took a long pull for himself; it burned lusciously all the way down.
“You need a little liquid courage?” she asked teasingly.
“If only you knew,” he answered, “I’m ready for the handcuffs.”
“You’re not one for much conversation, are you? Sometimes that’s all my customers want.”
“I’m a man of few words, I believe actions speak louder.” he gave her that one of a kind crooked smile.
For the first time she realized how handsome he really was and wondered about his story. He reached back again, got in the bag, pulled out the handcuffs and she willingly offered him her wrists.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her long, lean neck. As he fitted the cuffs he leaned close to her, caught the scent of fresh bath soap, lotion and her sweet perfume. Hunter was getting excited; his heart rate reflecting his eagerness.
The young girl asked him what he wanted next.
He said, “Fellatio.”
She giggled, “What?”
He explained, clearly exactly what he wanted. She scooted over in the seat, trying to situate herself, hindered by the restraints. He was unzipped and she bent her head down. Hunter was only turned on by what was in store for this tramp. She deserved what was coming; he was convinced all women did.

Hunter took another snort of the schnapps, put it down and grabbed the length of nylon rope. His heart was hammering in his chest as he jerked her head back by her long silky hair, wrapped the rope around her beautiful neck and started to apply pressure. She gasped in shock, started struggling in earnest, she was much stronger than she looked. He fought to hold onto the rope and let go of the auburn locks to use both hands. She was able to choke out a faint scream and continued to kick and twist. Hunter almost lost his precarious grip, regained control and tightened the noose.
After what seemed like an eternity she finally fell silent, her muscles slackened, she stared out of vacant eyes, saliva running down her chin and her head slumped into his lap. The little bitch caused him to grapple to such an extent that he failed to have an orgasm.
Hunter was beyond rage! He couldn’t wait to cut her, take his memento and possess the second digit in his new collection. He first had to drive to the dumping ground.

Excerpt From “The Evil Within”

Mason dialed Garrett with his demands.
“I want a helicopter to take me to the Jefferson County Airport, where I want a private jet scheduled to take me to an undisclosed destination.
“Mr. Hudson…you know we can’t do that.”
“If not this hostage is as good as dead!”
“Let me talk to my superiors and see what we can do.”
“You have exactly fifteen minutes or she loses a finger!”
Terri heard this and became hysterical.
“NO MASON! Please let me go, you will never have to look at or listen to me again! PLEASE!”
Mason tied her down with more tape and taped her mouth as well. Then using an army crawl on his stomach went to the garage to get the thermos, he was sweating by the time he got back and Terri remained securely tied down. Her eyes got huge when she saw the thermos. Why in the hell would he have a thermos?
“Garrett ….you have ten minutes, I suggest you hurry, I’m knife ready!”
He hung up.
Mason got the pint of schnapps out of the small fridge, undid Terri’s tape covering her mouth and told her to drink it.
“OH NO! You’re not really going through with this, you sick fuck?!”
” If my demands aren’t met they will receive a small token of my seriousness. Finish that bottle Terri.”
She was trembling to such an extent that she could not get the bottle opening to her mouth. Mason grabbed it from her and poured some down her throat. It burned and she sputtered but got most off it down. He was trying to anesthetize her!
His phone rang, the negotiator was on the line.
“It’s going to take us a while to meet with your demands Hudson.”
“Fuck you! I know there is a helicopter out there circling I can hear it. Line up that private jet. You’re out of time.
Mason untaped Terri’s arms from each other and retaped her left arm down on the arm rest. He did this tightly on both sides. She was screaming through the tape on her mouth and violently shaking her head from side to side.
Mason poured some schnapps on her hand and started cutting. Terri was trying to thrash around but she was taped so securely she could not move. She felt the serrated blade of the knife cut through her soft skin and passed out.
Mason sawed through the bone and cut through the other side of her finger, there was a lot of blood.
He wrapped her hand tightly with gauze and duct tape, she was still passed out. Mason got on the phone with Garrett once more and told him he had something for him.
“A small token from my hostage!” He snuck up to the side of the window where he could not be seen and threw the finger out as far as he could towards the crowd of waiting cops. One came forward to retrieve the unknown object and Mason let off a shot at him, he got him in the leg but with a glock it would be a grave injury.
Two cops went to his rescue and dragged him back to safety. They picked up the freshly amputated finger with latex gloves and placed it in a ziploc bag. One officer threw up and ran to a waiting cruiser.
“Mason! Are you still there?”
Garrett was met with a dead line.
Terri slowly came around in confusion. She did not know where she was or why she was there. There was an excruciating pain in her left hand. She saw Mason and it all came flooding back, she was beyond horrified. The cocksucker had sawn off her finger! She felt like she was going to lose consciousness again but she could not afford to.
She needed to be awake and try to defend herself. She hated Mason with an intensity and he would not hurt her again!
Mason’s cell rang, it was Garrett.
“Ok , Hudson you have our complete attention. We are getting the copter and we will have a private jet waiting at the Jefferson County Airport. The copter is refueling and will land shortly, then take you to your destination. Please don’t hurt the girl again!”
“No need to if you are really following my directions. If I find it’s a trick I will shoot her in the head.”

Silent Screams-Poem

“Silent Screams”

He cums in my dreams
At least I think I’m asleep
I feel his hated dark presence
As he appears in the night air above me

An indescribable face
Horns, razor teeth and the eyes
Eyes of the dead and the pits of hell

He pins me down with strength
Summoned from all his demons
He mounts me with lizard like limbs
And clawed, slender fingered hands

Cold as dry ice

His foul breath of a billion
Corpses encompasses me

I start to scream
Scream prayers I remembered
As an innocent child

His hard, crooked, thin member
Entering and poisoning me
I scream but no one hears
It must be a dream

Excerpt from Chapter 5- ‘The Evil Within’

“The Evil Within”-Second novel in trilogy, ‘Poisoned Soul’.
I’m 41,000 words into this second book and writing strong. Enjoy this dream.

‘The dream started with him as just a small child. He was trembling underneath the bed, his small tummy cold against the dusty wood floor. Mason was backed up to the wall as far as he could squeeze.
“Macey!” came the wheezing monsters voice, “I need your help!…….”
He cringed at the misuse of his name and the horrible breathing. The devil mommy was in the bathroom across the hall, she needed something from him. He hated when she needed anything, he hated looking at her. She was purplish green all over, not just her swollen cut face. Her puffy neck had clear hand prints where his father had strangled her. He was shaking uncontrollably and thought she would hear his knees knocking on the bare planks.
“Macey!” she croaked, “I NEED you!…..”
Then it was quiet, too quiet. His breathing sounded like thunder in his ears. Where was the demon mother? Was she slowly dragging her broken and bruised feet towards him? Mason tried to scream but once again, the dream had his voice. It was a good thing; it would give his hiding place away.
“I know where you are, you lttle dickens,” rasped the gutteral sound of a thousand deaths.
He could hear her now coming near his bedroom door; she limped in and stood at the bottom of the bed! He twisted to look, saw its unclipped jagged toenails on the gruesome feet. “God please help me!!” He prayed silently. He flattened himself further against the floorboard, until he labored to catch his breath.
The hellion that used to be his mother bent over the side of the bed with a grunt, to peer under. When the fiend opened its mouth to speak a swarm of hornets emerged from her mouth, buzzing around angrily.
One of Mason’s greatest fears was a wasp and there were hundreds of them! He squirmed out feet first until he was clear of the box springs, stood up on his weak legs and could see over the lump of the comforter to the other side.
He heard hellish screaming as the yellow jackets engulfed the monster stinging it.
He ran from the room as fast as his little feet could go and turned into the living room.
Mason felt faint when he saw his father. His neck was crooked, he was still wearing the noose like some morbid necklace. He didn’t even notice Mason frozen there, he was too busy smashing the skull of their house cat with the wooden stool from the kitchen…….

Mason woke with a start. He was quaking and deeply sobbing. He was rolled up in the fetal position, again on the couch. He must have fallen asleep there. Thank God, Melinda couldn’t see the shape he was in……….’