The Poetry of Mindy Hockenberry
Author’s Bio
Mindy Hockenberry is a happy homemaker and mom with a twisted side from Western Pennsylvania. She is intrigued by the dark and different side of the every day life. She is not afraid to look into the night. Most of her work is done in short stories and poetry.
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Buckled Dreams
What's the difference now
The mattress is already saturated with piss
The odors seem to impale themselves
As they slam against the powder blue cinder block walls
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home
Why can't they hear, why don't they listen
They think I am crazy, they think I am insane
Leather straps conjoin me to the metal bed frame
How long has it been, I cannot recall
Since I felt the cold cement floor below
Life is a nightmare of illusions
Not to be awakened from
My blood is being replaced
The water dripping from the ceiling
Like an IV from this dormitory of hell
Infusing me one droplet at a time
It's demented fluids entering my flesh
Seeping through my skin
Taking control of my mind
The laughter inside my head
Is playing hide and seek with reality
Anticipation
A tear runs down her dusty cheek
Time alone has not been kind
Nothing to watch except the spinnings of the spider
Lingering behind marble eyes
Waiting an eternity in the dusk
The perfect moment for the strike
Her tongue laps the splintered wood
Swallowing the streams of her own blood
Savoring her revenge
How she would rupture the flesh
Tracing his veins with her lips
Consuming his scarlet fluid
A cocktail of lust and revenge
Drinking him slowly
Absorbing his misery
Immersing herself in his suffering
Draining him slowly from the wrist
Cruelty
A solitary drop of crimson blood
Spirals down the silver blade
Merely a sample of the terror
She can already see in his eyes
Her tongue dances on the knife
Licking it clean, the taste is warm
Ribbons of red begin to flow
The puncture in his neck
He screams as she steps nearer
The sound of her heels clicking on the cement
The sight arouses her
Desire begins to overcome cruelty
Taking his hand and he panics
Places his palm on her breast
Sheer black blouse spotted with his blood
He gasps and closes his eyes
"No" she demands that he looks
See the pleasure on her lips