Twisted Lullaby

Hush little baby, don’t you cry

Mommy’s here, by your side

With more than lies to brim your eyes  

Begin to feel the despise

As more than Hell starts to rise

Baby, you are an angel

Soon to fall

Out of this cradle

To shatter wings so fragile

Sleep, baby, sleep

To dreams you leap

With fiery gates to reap

And blood swamps so deep

In the swamps, baby, swim deeper

Don’t cry, I know you’re not a weeper

To the Devil you are a keeper

Ignore the glimmer of this knife

Remember the last moments of your life

So hush little baby

Don’t you cry

Mommy's here to watch you die 

By Sarah Libassi 

Disclaimer: I am not against babies in any way. 

Back to the Sky

You are a folded pulse

A page wrapped your words like Birthday gifts  

And sent them to the wind like a whisper  

People perched on your pen

We open your books to see our stories written in

My beloved you made the bluest eyes  

The reason we can walk with pride

Thank you … for writing us back to the sky   

By Sarah Libassi

Ghastly Glimpse of the Future

      My head was pounding and my hands tremble as I open the mirror for some medicine. I felt on edge for a reason I cannot determine. Like someone was hanging me over a cliff by a string. I was panicking over the unknown. What am I doing? I am fine, what am I really so worked up about? My comforting thoughts are doing me no good.  My hand convulsed, knocking and scattering the pills all over the sink.  I sighed in frustration; plucked up one of the pills and popped it in my mouth. My, still quivering hands, closed the cabinet not only revealing the mirror, but revealing something else. Something I could not turn around to face. I gulped hard with the pill following.

      A demon creature stood there over my shoulder. I caught glimpse of its pasty white skin painted with crimson. I saw something in its vast black eyes. I was extracted from reality and drawn into the future. Cryptic futures, that I could barley believe. 

     Through its eyes it displayed me somewhere forsaken and dire. I was surrounded by fire and more of the demon’s kind. I was shrieking in agony, jolting with torment. My skin was roasting, sizzling and bones snapped. The demon lingered above me indulging in my everlasting cries. Hellish screams and whispers crowded my ears, making my eardrums cringe. Hair–raising whispers that sent numbing shivers up and down my coiled spine. The demon was withdrawing from deep inside me. Then, a bright light blinded me bringing me back to present day.        

          The demon, it was out of sight, but beads of sweat rolled down my face. I could still fell its presence. It’s still there. I am frozen here in anticipation. Suddenly, a hot, yet icy breath swirled around my ear and it muttered disturbingly.

        “We are ever so close now to you and the future that we can relish it. We are almost there… You don’t have to wait… we will be there soon,” the demon’s voice faded,” Oh yes, very soon.”

By Sarah Libassi