Cupid, by Renee Overstreet
Insidious childlike angelic pest adorned with pewter black wings must you make such nauseating spectacles of foolishly smitten human beings? Grotesquely flaunting gaudiness in mouth-to-mouth displays of public affection so hideous I am blinded with dismay. Unearthly...
Still In Love
Baby, I can't explain a lot of silly things I do. I can also feel the pain every time that I hurt you. My shortcomings must be difficult for your love to endure. But when you hold me in your arms I know that I am yours. I am yours in the morning when your hair is a...
Digging Through the Trash, by Renee Overstreet
I threw it away. Because it hindered me, plagued me with inadequacy, forced me to live with it stamped to my forehead, tattooed on my wrist like a slit across my vein. I banished it. from my meaningless life, divorced it, like a cheating wife, stomped it in a bed of...
Little Alien, by Renee Overstreet
My baby brother Petey is from another planet. If you don't believe me you can ask my cousin Janet. Last Sunday's Easter dinner withour great-Grandma June he omitted a smell so foul it completely cleared the room. He doesn't have any teeth. His skin is so white it...
Lifting the Curse, by Renee Overstreet
He might have bought you when he was a younger man Because that was the time we all had a plan A plantation of possibility A prosperous destiny This tobacco plantation will go down in history Not as a beacon of pride for my clan ... This plantation of damnation is a...
Grotesquadation Trial, by Renee Overstreet
Grotesquadation is an Ogrishlinal crime. Preticipation requires hard time. Tyranical court tries hilarians at nine. Grotesquadation shall not be debated. In Ogrishlanation it's nonsensapated. No form of nonsense shall be tolerated. King Borington has consfirmipated....
A Leaf in the Wind, by Renee Overstreet
When I am the wind and you are a leaf I will worship you beyond belief Summer dances across your skin when you are a leaf and I am the wind When you are a leaf and I am the wind each passing day I will return again If you desire the warmth of the sun I will move the...
Let Vampires Sleep, by Renee Overstreet
The vampire sleeps in a prison behind a secret door, in the castle atop Gray Mountain, at the edge of Slaughter Shore. If you dare to disturb his thousand-year sleep, all the blood of the wicked, into the village shall seep. Mass minions of familiars shall kill at his...
The Fork in Hinchmen Road, by Renee Overstreet
There is a fork in Hinchmen Road where ghosts are often present, gathered around the beating post of a frightened female peasant. Hinchmen Road is nowhere near any worldly destination. One wrong turn and you’ll disappear into a ghostly recreation. Two centuries have...
Lullaby, by Renee Overstreet
Sacrificial lullaby Born to a soulless lady. scar on mankind the whore of Hades. She dances as one with the fire. Dancing round and round, in her flaming gown, chanting her desires as she feasts on angel babies. Cold as a volcano buried under ice shadows in the snow...