*sitting in a field of deep green grass,it is sunset and the field is blown lightly by the wind, LadyBlak is rousted awake by the sound of cowbells over her head*

"Geesh! You Rotten Cow! You scared me to death! If I weren't joined to you...I'd...Well, there'd be BBQ in your future!

*grumbles and rubs her eyes..then watches as the largest bovine starts romping away, closely followed by the second *

"Where do they think they are going? HEY! I'm sorry already!!!! Geesh touchy touchy!!"

hunger...
the nothing feed until the nothing is
there is nothing to become something .
holes of empty last
unknown scares
my father forgot to teach me.
proud at the vicious anger of the last
passion and such as taken too much there is nothing again...
I scream
the child howels for the father that made her hunger
the father that forgot the crimson words on parted lips
"never fade my child"
kiss good night before the morning walk
alone...
bloodshot eyes
they call it rest...I know no such

January 13, 1994 (Yankee Magazine) - The villagers of Exeter, Rhode Island, knew that farmer George Brown had a problem. First, in 1883 his wife, Mary, succumbed to a mysterious illness. Six months later, his 20-year-old daughter, Mary Olive, also fell ill and died.

I wish I could cut away the pain
like you cut away disease
To keep it from spreading
Because thats how it feels to me

loneliness and memories fester
warping and distorting
and poisoning they joy
I once had

I want to be rid of it
slice it away
like I do at myself
shown by wounds and scars

but it cant be cut away
and there are no pills to cure it
no secret solution or quick fix
only time will heal me

Koreena Venusvii Anchalis
August 3, 2001

Velvet darkness in which she now lays
Eternal demons licking at heels
Creeping sliding eventually into every vein
Tongue darting tasting the easy kill

Ashen fallen one
Fast talking street walker
Last trick she thought a lunatic
Paying with diamonds not dollar bills
Ice touch then head rush
In corner no longer bleeding she cried

Arisen fat customer still glistening
She woke up in a whirlwind
Carcass laying there
She had blessed and made clean again
Little boy who had lost his way