Silence pervades the hallowed sanctuary,
Downcast eyes stare from above,
Holy presence, divine love.
Thorns. Nails. Wooden burden.
Innocent Death – what a bargain.
Man on bent knee and clasped hands, unwary.
I grasp his neck, devotional beads against trachea,
“Forgive me father,” words spill
“But you have sinned.” the silence I fill
Choking gasps fluttering priestly robe
Thick fingers attempt to prick and probe
Long have I waited to instill this fear.
Head meets wooden pew with sickly crack.
Eyes roll back in their socket
I reach deep within my pocket
Zip locks for hands and feet
Head slips from the seat
I drag him off to a fate darker than black.
It’s horror month here at AScribe To Describe – This week is serial killers:
The goal for the month is to write ten, 3000 word short stories, one of which will receive a sparkling macabre cover and PDF version for your enjoyment.
Patreons, feel free to send suggestions, ideas, and what-nots for your own personal creation. It doesn’t even have to be related to my Spring Death theme.
Non-patreons, you have an opportunity to own an exclusively written short story of your creation to show off from just $1.
Poetry Contest over at The Tattooed Book Geek