Slender Secrets (a true crime sonnet by Princess Kristin)

[Temple Drake]

Slender Secrets

He thinks I had a choice.  This grandpa cop
in hipster glasses, ironed shirt who writes
my words like tendrils, mansion, doesn't stop
to question that they might be true.  First night,
Seduced, at six, into your service,
The circles drawn on dolls you say are meant
for me unless I listen.  Go from nervous
to abject fear by twelve years old.  You send
by then your pixie proxy, swimming pools
with slender secrets.  Sharp sacrifice we
surmise because we both see.  Two tools,
who'll slice, like air, for you, a strawberry.
You taught me that a knife is but a key;
to kill a friend, not choice, necessity.
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I wrote this sonnet about the Slenderman stabbing after watching the HBO documentary.  Really enjoying that this site encourages poetry!

[SithLordOfSnark]

That's pretty great. Hope to see some more from you. :)

[Temple Drake]

Thank you Sith Lord!  That makes me very happy to hear that you enjoyed it.  I will post another later just for you.  Thank you for taking the time to respond and making me feel welcome here.

[SithLordOfSnark]

Thank you Sith Lord!  That makes me very happy to hear that you enjoyed it.  I will post another later just for you.  Thank you for taking the time to respond and making me feel welcome here.

You're very welcome. :)

[Temple Drake]

For Sith Lord another sonnet.

FLUTTER

Estate enchantment on a lake, a lass
extends a finger, her mistake, to moths.
A moonlit flutter does disguise their mass,
a swarm, not butterflies, as maidens caught.

Surprise that lands with chestnut wings on hands
it covers, mottled message sings.  Its tale
of death, disease and woe.  Its dark demands,
details she should not know become her veil.

Surrounded, followed fearsome flaps, human
contact reduced to shrieks and gasps.  The beasts
she wears are tragedy.  Their flitter fans
all misery — from dark wings, no release.

A solitude of secrets insects utter 
since she first saw death in darkness flutter.

[SithLordOfSnark]

Thanks for that. Another beautiful one. :)

[Temple Drake]

You are so kind Sith.  I am just learning about the site and that I would be able to post a lot more poetry in the Restricted area if I make it there.  That’s something I look forward to.

[SithLordOfSnark]

You are so kind Sith.  I am just learning about the site and that I would be able to post a lot more poetry in the Restricted area if I make it there.  That’s something I look forward to.

I can't wait to interact with you more when you post your intro.

[Temple Drake]

Thank you Sith Lord.  I have to wait until the 26th.  I am so excited for that, too.  In the meantime, I will post more poetry here in the coming days if you would like that. :)

[SithLordOfSnark]

Thank you Sith Lord.  I have to wait until the 26th.  I am so excited for that, too.  In the meantime, I will post more poetry here in the coming days if you would like that. :)

Sure thing. :)

[Temple Drake]

Here’s another one.  It’s a little romantic demon horror. I hope you like it.

Dollhoused

A cuckold made by babydoll, her throat
serated, first reveal of claws.  A man
she thought she could deceive.  Demon dotes
a damsel as one naive.  A form human
pretend he takes.  Reptilian heart in half
she breaks.  A bloody gasp she thinks her last,
but no.  Her torture down a tiny path
he shows.  His shrunken siren he clasps
in palm, inside a dollhouse, with wrath,
embalmed.  A three-inch sofa, minuscule
her tears, her pleas too teeny to meet
his ears.  His fingers bring her close, so cruel,
a dangle, dump, diminutive defeat.
A hurt so big remade to something small
inside a house he crafts that’s two foot tall.

[SithLordOfSnark]

Wow. That was actually quite sensual. :)

[Temple Drake]

Thank you.  I do write a lot of sensual.  More so than this, but I want to be compliant with the nonadult rules.  Thank you for reading these and making me feel so great.  You are very kind.

[SithLordOfSnark]

Thank you.  I do write a lot of sensual.  More so than this, but I want to be compliant with the nonadult rules.  Thank you for reading these and making me feel so great.  You are very kind.

I do try. :)

[Temple Drake]

You succeed.  Going to post you something else in a bit.  Don’t know if I should do true crime, horror, sensual (but not sexual — it’s a hard distinction for me to make).  I want to be an obedient member of the community.) Any thoughts?

[SithLordOfSnark]

I love horror. :)

[Kaspider]

Thanks for sharing these. I loved the doll house one. I'm a fan of horror too, mostly on the extreme side so this was perfect to read and imagine.

[Temple Drake]

Thank you you guys.  I’m going to find another dark one for you. :) Love to wake up to requests.

[Temple Drake]

Okay.  The next installment of scary sonnetry. :) 

Asylum

A stick so slick, a pushed up sleeve, they hold
me down until he makes them leave — child
collected, caged, sixteen, a stranglehold
syringe in veins pristine.  My breath so wild
is slowed restrained.  He looms so close.  His wink
nefarious as thoughts contained.  He waits
so patient ‘til I’m deep.  A maniac
so handsome, half asleep.  He medicates
my will away.  A haze of him my dreams
replay.  Not doctor, now, but Eminence,
whose tax is tears, remittance muffled screams,
your Thorazine kiss, chemical prince.
A bed with straps, wide, windows clear,
sedated kiss you steal another year.

[Kaspider]

Lovely stuff. I have an asylum plot myself which is equally dark as this.

[Temple Drake]

Awesome.  Thank you.  So glad you liked it.  I’d love to read your dark plot sometime.

[SithLordOfSnark]

That was great. :)

[Temple Drake]

Thank you, Sith.  I like your new avatar too.  It is very dark. 

Here's a sonnet I wrote about Twin Peaks.  (I've written a few about this show actually)

Pine Queen

You walk with fire and dance with night, to feel
with blistered skin that shivers pale.  What waits
for you in woods? For I have seen you kneel
by trees at night and followed you on dates,
and you are strange. Your heart in half you wear
around your neck, so men can see it shake
and pull the chain and make you hurt. We stare
but do not do a thing to help you make
it stop. Then under ceiling fans, you pray
for angels to hold your hands and one eyed
uncles to be, at last, found out. You say
that home is where the demon gets inside.
A golden heart we pushed in ground so deep
to keep it safe while under pines you sleep.

[SithLordOfSnark]

Thanks.

I tend to change it to something new every couple weeks.

Pine Queen is beautiful. I've never seen Twin Peaks, but still. :)

[Kaspider]

I like this avatar, Sith. I need to change too. Something similar I think I will go for too.