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At daybreak I feel relieved
Though at night I long for more violence
Only at dusk I fear for I know it is coming
Coming for me no not for me for it is me that is coming out to unleash that anger of which one holds inside
I am of evil and I am the darkness in the night I am the cruelty that comes as the sun has finished setting
My anger rises and so I let it loose
I break the chains that I myself fastened in hopes for me to not get away
Ravenous that is what I am
I stalk the weak child that is lost in the night searching for safety
And when that moment comes when he cries out in loneliness I give him my god-forsaken company
I snarl at laugh when I see the fear in his eyes
Then I put him out of his misery
Slashing at his throat I come to realize That I for one know his pain and so in his pain I plunder
The moment comes when I see that this child was mine
But that moment was too late for in that moment all I can do is stare at the lifeless corpse in front of me
Just another soul I've taken to add to my punishment of being damned for all eternity
It began with a bargain on a winter night,
When the cupboards were bare
And hope sat idle in the corners.
He came with frost on his collar,
A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit
Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk tie,
And a smile too white, too wide.
He introduced himself only as “the Tooth Fairy.”
There he stood ancient and ravenous
And far from a myth.
"One tooth,” he said,
"And I’ll make sure your family's cup is always full.”
The first time was seamless.
A gold coin under the pillow.
The table groaned beneath the weight of food.
A whispered thanks into the dark.
Over the years,
He returned.
Never taking more than what the child had already lost.
Never asking for more than what the parents freely gave.
At first.
But he began to linger.
Amber eyes tracking the child’s growing frame.
"That one’s almost ready,” he’d murmur,
Adjusting his cufflinks,
The back of his claws brushing the cherub’s cheek as she slept.
The coins grew heavier.
The meals became gourmet.
The house—envy of the neighbourhood.
The family’s laughter grew louder—until the child stopped smiling.
By adolescence, the milk teeth were gone,
But he kept coming.
“You owe more than you think,” he growled.
They offered him trinkets.
He chuckled.
They begged for mercy.
He showed them the contract—
Signed in murmured consent,
Sealed with the shedding of innocence.
He took their hopes.
Then their dreams.
Then the light behind the eyes.
The house is still full—
But now, only with silence.
Beware pacts made in the dark and a pocket full of promises.
Not all that glitters is gold.
Not all monsters bare their teeth.
A newborn butterfly just broke out of her cocoon shell.
She spread her orange and black wings
and attempted her first flight.
She not only flew, she soared through the heavens.
The sunlight gave her warmth that she had never known before.
Little did she know, that this feeling would not last.
This monarch would cross paths with an uncaring, ravenous bird.
It grasped the butterfly in it's claws,
and with the bird's hungry beak, it tore the precious wings from the monarch.
A bird doesn't care who it hurts,
as long as it satisfies them.
The butterfly was delirious, from the pain and the shock.
Her beautiful wings were taken away.
She could no longer fly amongst the warm sunlight.
She now only knows the despair and the darkness that she used to be.
Now that monarch has become a caterpillar.
And, death has become her cocoon.
We were both young, carefree, so innocent
Dreams never simpler
Life's fruits tastier
Teenage love just one big experiment
Life a fantasy
Feeling fancy free
Uncontrollable hankering for fusion
Swept up in a fiery whirl of confusion
We were too young to know
While daydreams conjured false embellishment
Ravenous hunger
In one unhinged blur
Oblivious to foul entanglement
Dubiously free
Raw complicity
Infatuated craving for inclusion
Foolish heedless impetuous conclusion
We were too young to know
Gone in a whirl of frivolous torment
Foolhardy treasure
Lighthearted banter
Impressionable wide-eyed reckless bent
Dizzy and woozy
Too giddy with glee
Intoxicated with teenage delusion
Delirious adolescent illusion
We were too young to know
Swept up in lustful impetuous passion
Now seems so long ago
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on May 15, 2018 to contest QARINAGE sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 4TH
Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I call my Grandmamma
Did I put away the spatula
Did I book girls’ day at the spa
Did all the bourgeois really die of cholera
I’m drowning under this plethora
Remind me What’s that formula
O yes, Abracadabra
Tra-la-la and La-di-da
And poof now I’m in a gondola
On the way to utopia
Dressed in graceful taffeta
Eating baklava in the basilica
Hanging from the candelabra
Swinging to the tunes of Lady Gaga
Supported by the silliest orchestra
Hey you Pass me the foie gras
I have a cockeyed camera
You’ll see me at the cinema
I love you Etcetera Etcetera
AP: 1st place 2020, 3rd place 2025
I’ve been harkening back to my formative years
Haunting seedy seaport bars in Keelung,
Navigating strange interventions abroad,
While adjusting my ears to an alien tongue.
On the streets of the market the game was afoot.
I bought a gold earring and a butterfly knife,
Then ran after numerous Dead Sea trolls,
The cause and effect of a nautical life.
I came up from nothing to a dozen tattoos.
Their steady ascension tracked the course of my rise.
I’ve sailed through typhoons, both real and imagined,
The toll noticed most by the sad in my eyes.
I struggled hard, then I struggled harder,
Heaving hawsers and mooring lines fast as I could.
There were flirtations with death and sordid disasters.
I learned to sort the bad days from the good.
It brings to mind the moral of that fabled children’s tale
That worried overconfidence and proved what’s fair is fair.
There wasn’t any race between a bunny and a tortoise,
But an existential duel between my patience and thin air.
Sometimes there’s no distinguishing a donkey from an ass.
Be wary of the scuttlebutt that whispers through the murk.
There’s a horrible hunger perched over my door.
I honor that ravenous vulture and feed it my body of work.
He is the one, the only King.
All play-mates leave him quite alone.
No matter what morning doth bring,
He tends to play on his I-phone.
Stabbing red buttons, click, click, click,
He is so regal, and oh, so quick!
The king’s son we would never trade.
For this one surely makes the grade.
Not the kind of man to prance or preen,
Always nice to his butler’s aide,
Takes his orders from Mum, Mother Queen.
A robin’s stolen song to sing
And a delicate rose home grown
Could not make more handsome our king
Nation’s own sitter of the throne.
Stacked sky-high like a winter’s brick,
He was quite pleased, this young King Nick.
A handsome lad, a sharpish blade,
Whose butler ruined a parlor maid?
Swear oath, upon his throat and spleen,
Knew nothing of this escapade,
Integrity still clearly seen.
It was his lovely future dream,
To find an app on his cell phone,
Amid magical pink sunbeam,
A scented eagle duly flown.
With a simple ordinary click,
I sneaked a photo of good King Nick.
Talk-chatting up a lovely maid.
Diving into yellow marmalade.
Loveliest girl he’d ever seen,
Hair a curly ebony cascade,
Happy now, he saw future queen.
He found a gold and emerald ring,
With the sweet sheen of abalone.
Was a beautiful jewelry thing.
Forged from a white unicorn’s cone.
Double frothy, and rather thick.
He was satisfied, our good King Nick.
Against green grass, a picture made.
A backdrop sold at each arcade.
Taking photos with rather keen
Ripe selfies around royal glade.
Money-maker, impressing queen.
The queen thought devil phone would ring.
She thought his future duly blown.
Conjured a pretty dove-like wing
A pure one which had never flown.
Feathers so tight and rather slick,
Imagined by his summer creek.
Before, beyond this princely glade,
Ravenous hair, in beautiful braid.
She would make a lovely new queen.
Our Queen Mother rarely now seen.
Blue-eyed beauty is our new queen.
Royal Family led a happy life,
Son with parents, man and wife.
Fraught with goodness, not much strife.
Queen Mother tried to get in there,
Crazy madness, felt everywhere.
King found the girl of his dreams,
But had to give up mother, or so it seems….
You're a cannibal, baby,
consuming pieces of my heart,
chewing on my frailty,
and tearing me apart,
You're a scavenger, baby,
overhead with your eyes honed,
peeling layers of my flesh,
until I'm bare to the bone,
You're a glutton, baby,
you're always wanting more,
ravenous in your hunger,
as if you feed off of the gore,
So sink your teeth, the kill is fresh,
devour all of me that cares,
go on, gorge yourself to death,
don't leave anything to spare,
'Cause I'll no longer be your carrion,
your helpless carcass prey,
that you kill and kill again,
just to feast while I decay.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants,
In each of the souls, peace was much in dearth,
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
That's what wars do, even before my birth.
We humans have brains, yet behave like plants.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
In each of the souls, peace was much in dearth,
That's what wars do, even before my birth.
We humans have brains, yet behave like plants,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants.
With all peace talks drowned by hordes of war chants.
Why give me few words, I yearn for a submerging conversation like we used to have.
Your lack of spoken words, gives me an omnipresent burn in my gapping heart.
Your detention of intimacy, gives unquenchable thirst that is ever present in each waking moment.
Your detached interaction gives me a ravenous hunger for those laughs we used to have.
This is not greed nor lust but nourishment for my soul and yet you deny me.
I see you share your time with others but there’s no time for me.
Why ignite sparks of passion when you have no desire to burn.
I should know better from your actions and just walk away.