The Decision

In the darkness
of the night,
the girl sat alone
in the sand pit.

Her hair
in the wind
was whipping
her face with
wild abandon.

Her eyes
seared with fatigue,
but she can't sleep.

There are things to do.

In the chill of breeze,
she plots.

With the tip
of a branch scraping
against the sand.

Nobody was watching,
except the teddy bear
with its eyes of beads
gleaming in the moonlight.

They were
never blinking,
never showing
any hint
of betrayal.

On its face,
is always a
thread of smile.

It was
not mourning
for the part
of her
that died.

Blissfully oblivious,
it was,
to the horror
that it is witnessing.

The ugliest expressions
of arrogance and hatred,
of contempt and lust.

Something stronger
is resurrecting from
the carcass of the Past.

Vermin
that grows from
the rotting flesh
of a fallen angel.

In its womb,
the devil's spawn
decreed that all
all imperfections
to be torn away
and buried beneath
a new facade.

The Strength
that consumed Love,
flows in her blood.

The sand
barely holds
her stumbling feet.

But in that
purge of power,
she is compelled
to proceed.

May this be
the point of her
downfall.

May she succeed.

Now, to begin.

The sharp point
of the dagger
pierces through
the cotton of
the teddy bear.

The silence
of the night
weigh upon her
decision.

It knows too much.

But it is all she has.

Beasts of Men

Beneath the clouds
of ivory foam,
the emerald water
is the sky in
an alternate universe.

The shouting from
outside the door was
muffled and blasted
as her ears bobbed
rhythmically against
the rocking of
the liquid cradle.

Submerged is she,
in an unsettling sleep.

For there was he,
haunting her dreams;
his sardonic smile
plastered across
cheek to cheek.

Like a submissive prey,
she was caught in
a hypnotic trance.

Still as the silence
she laid beneath his weight,
clad in their primitive skin.

With battered breath,
he muttered things
into her ears.

The words were inaudible,
but the hatred was clear.

The silver of his tongue
sliced through her flesh.

Deep in her heart
the tip of
the blade seek---
it wanted blood,
and drew it quick.

The crimson clouded
the tub of emerald sea,
and he was laughing
with triumph
at his masterpiece.

She laid unfaltering
and watched his grin
subside with a
sobbing plea.

The boy sat in the
bath with her,
sporting the same
scars as she did.

The world outside
got noisier, thus
she returned to sleep.

"There's more to
the world, my child.

If our differences
are endless,
then leave me be.

Should you be
here to stay,
then give me peace."

Her blood fondled
the angry child that
lives within the beast.

The prayer was uttered
in the soapy water
salted with his tears.

A ritual of cleansing
from the malice
that invaded her ears.

...

It was a long ago
when the tears
were in her
mother's eyes.

Today,
the warm emotions
were flowing out
of hers.

On stage,
the chubby girl
hugged two teddies
in both of her arms.

The spotlight is
glowing like a sun
above her head.

The applause
were like gentle hands
stretching a smile
on her face.

The soft cotton
barely made a sound
when they hit
the beech floor.

As the girl
spread her
outstretched arms,
she grew like
a sprout under
nature's nurture.

In her place
a young woman bowed,
basking in the glory
of the moment.

She looked across
the auditorium
and saw her playmates
in the darkness.

Each of them
had a limelight
of their own,
playing out life's
various renditions.

Things she had
been through before.

She started to
take careful steps
down the stage.

The vast terrain
that she was
frightened of.

But not anymore.

The beginning is
ever so near.

As she walked
into the seating area,
the audience stood.

And flashes of
white light sliced
through darkness.

They have been
there forever,
biding for this time.

With a ruffle
of her hair,
she beamed with
that concealed courage.

It took so long,
plagued with many
uncertainties.

Lost in the vagueness
searching for
that imaginary entity,
she came to realize
that it lives in her.

Perhaps some of
its attributes
will remain in
an eternal slumber.

But one day,
they will materialize
into another being
to continue the
journey with her.

Till then,
let her begin
this escapade.

Silentium

The dust scampered in hysteria as the crash of the carton shattered the silence.

With her vision still groggy from her slumber, she stumbled half-blind towards the fallen box of documents that fell from the shelf. Kneeling before photographs strewn across the floor, she pursed her lips in annoyance as she hastily gathered them into a heap.

Amidst her cleaning, the dust found peace and drifted quietly back onto every surface of the reseach lab.

The stillness of the air seems to be anticipating something.

Her sleepy eyes widened as she saw the photograph attached onto yellowed research paper. Pushing her black framed glasses onto her nose, her lips now parted slightly in amazement of her discovery.

In the next moment, her entire body went into a frozen stance---her mind was whirling and ordered her heart to stop beating.

Her shocked expression started to molt as a smittened smile curled at her lips. Her fingertips came together lightly and flipped the stapled pages.

Specimen A.

How could she never cared?

There were only several brief lines written about the specimen. It barely exists---so little known about it, it's almost like a legend told among every folklore.

But it bears an uncanny resemblance to Unus, her prized specimen.

Hours and hours of study delegated to the research of that specimen. One that drove her to the brink of insanity. Time was at its expense, which she could no longer afford to give. With that, she destroyed all the aparatus designed to capture it.

Since then, she has been sleeping amongst this wreckage, waiting for something new.

She hurried back to the desk and disposed all those field notes and coding sheets that were irrelevant.

She swallowed her saliva that was the first drop of liquid that flowed down her parched throat since a very long time. With trembling hands, she set aside that cup murked with tea stains to make way for a glass bottle.

The dust fled again. They were unsettled by the powerful excitement simmering inside her.

She grab a felt tip pen and scribbled across a strip of paper. She stuck it to the adhesive side of a piece of tape and smooth it out gingerly onto the surface of the empty bottle.

The Perfect Specimen, says the label.

The bottle may remain empty forever.

But for now, let it be filled by all her hopes and dreams.

Ghost of the Habour

The salt in air
made the wind cling
onto the skin like
a widow's veil.

So light,
yet it burdens
the heart and
crushes it as
would a chainmail.

I'm so glad
to see you here.

Your voyage has
ended now, sailor.

The waves that
hit you so hard
had brought you here.

You wouldn't feel my graze
on your battered skin.

You wouldn't hear my words
through these deafening
crashes of the sea.

But Lady Fortune's grace
had been upon you.

There are many, many
who had died amongst
these waters.

Few have been so
blessed with their souls.

Just like that captain
from decades ago.

So fine was his ship,
with her mast strong
against the storm.

She sailed past
the habour I was at,
and he was dashing in the wind.

But she had a will of her own.

And soon,
the captain could no longer
steer her with the mast.

And he was abandoned
into the depths of the ocean
as she vanished
into the howling rain.

His waxen face
was chisled with fatigue
from his struggles.

When he came back to the habour
where I have been waiting
since his departure,
I knew what should
have been done.

The sea needs to
be appease.

In his stead,
I will go.

The roaring waves
swallowed me
without mercy.

It was cold.

Now,
this is the
only place I could roam.

He used to come back,
you know.

But mad with
my senseless longing
did I haunted him with fear.

Not long after,
there was nothing
about him I could hear.

It must have been
an adventure, sailor.

I, too, wish to set
upon these sails.

But dead as I am,
it is amongst death
must I dwell.

So to you,
my dear,
I wish you well.

Mischievous Wig Indeed

She went out only twice.

Had a taste of food, love and wine.
Felt cold wind with the bright sunshine.
Felt warm hugs under the dark nightsky.

Since then, she had barely seen sunlight.

She wants to go back to where she had been.

Wander along the dark corridor, leading to him.
Slips under the door, noiselessly towards the squeaking bed.
Without a rustle, she waits for lascivious murmurs to fade.

Creeping onto the ruffled covers, from between her toes then onto his feet.

"It tickles," she giggles into her pillow.
He smiles in his sleep, like a child who succeed in his mischievous deed.

Her ebony tentacles outreached, inhaling the scent of tobacco and perfumed fleece.
Gingerly glide onto his neck and wound herself around with ease.

She is filled with bliss, tighter her embrace goes---she will never release.

He reaches for the necklace that is squeezing the air out of his lungs.
Instead, he felt a mass of matted hair, but he never had time to make a sound.

Gone is his life, right beside his beloved wife.
She takes her leave, now that she has all that she needs.

A little girl with chocolate smeared around her lips.
Adorable she is, licking cookie crumbs off her fingertips.
Look into her eyes, and that sinister glint would tell you how evil she is.

Afterall, she was the one who beat the boy---in commiting a mischievous deed indeed.

A fictional piece by the wig who speaks.

My Beloved Zombies

Hello,
Mr Number Two.

I should have known
you will end up
this way too.

Stop running around
and acting a fool.

Come lie down here,
in this casket
where you should.

The soil
on Number One's grave
seem overturned.

Ah, I see.
He had risen
from his grave
once more.

Quit grinning,
Mr Number Two.

Your jaw is rotting
at its hinges,
it's falling off soon.

You ought to cut down
on your sugary treats.

It's probably
speeding up the
decomposition of
your brains too.

So just shut up,
you're uttering
glibberish.

If it isn't
that Mr Number One
is nowhere to be found,
I would have buried
you back into your grave.

Oh, my darling
Mr Number One.

Shouldn't you
be in this coffin
where now only an
empty bottle of whisky
can be found?

Didn't you say
you'll listen
to my rantings
down six feet under?

Wasn't it you who
say I could
water the weeds
on your grave
with my tears?

Now your bones
aren't even here.

Well,
I'm letting Number Two
roam free.

He doesn't deserve
a grave.

He never ever
mattered much to me.

Thus Mr Number One,
I shall sleep
in his stead.

For an eternity,
for that how long
our love should be.

In the afterlife,
maybe you won't be
who you were.

But it's okay,
just bring a new
bottle of whisky.

I shall wait in peace.

Weightless Words

Hush, Love.

Muffle your cries
for I forbid.

With your free hands
block out the deluge
of lies that screech.

Stay here in my arms
as you fall asleep.

Let me sing you
a lullaby to remind you
just how wonderful
life can be.

Sleep, darling.
Sleep.

It takes two to Tango.
You can dance with me.

Close.
Close.
Closer.

But I'll never
let you go.

I would hold
you close to me.

So even when
I don't say a word
you can feel my
heart beating.

Look at my eyes,
aren't they scintillating?

They are the
only stars you
need to see.

So close your eyes
and let darkness sink.

Kiss my lips,
can't you feel the smile
it has twisted itself into?

It's the only
feeling you need to know.

So let yourself be
carried away by dreams.

Careful now.
Tread along the
pathway gingerly.

Do not step on
these still waters,
see?

Terrifying creatures
lie beneath.

Follow my pace
and you will be safe
from it.

Fear not,
you can't wander
from me.

As silently as
the memory that rewinds
in your mind,
I'll stay here forever
but do not speak.

Girl of the Night

It is in the Night
the girl penned
her thoughts.

It is in the Night
the girl delighted.

It is queer
how Time made her
embrace the Darkness
of the night.

The ghoulish claws
of the shadows
enveloped her in a
protective graze.

The sinister leer
from beyond the Darkness
watched over her
like a lover's gaze.

In the comfort of the Night,
even the demons slept
as innocuous as a child
until the first sign of light.

It is then
would the girl hide
in the Darkness beneath
the lids of her eyes.

There,
she would visit
the Wonder of the Dreamscapes.

Where she is always be
that child who gurgles with joy.

When only would her phantom
shed off his cloak
and laugh with her in the sun.

Sunlight in the Dreamscapes
are as soft as the
glow of an angel's halo.

But as Day
intrudes the world
beneath her lashes,
she would bid the things and people
goodbye as they dissipate
in a glare of white.

The girl will read
with her eyes open wide,
about what the people of the Day
did as people of the Night.

At every last word
of every book,
there would be tears
in those eyes.

Sadness for the closure
of the story that ran a
hundered pages before.

Sadness for even Sadness
that departed when Happiness
drove it away.

There's no end
to the stories in the light,
as there are tears
after every story every Night.

Here and away,
Peace in her life slips;
like the tranquil silence
that lingered whenever
she sleeps.

But without fail,
it'll always return.

Just as Darkness would ---
to kiss her Good Night.

Now.

Former glory.

Stumbling down
the winding stairs
that leads into darkness.

Silence.

Your screams bouncing
off the concrete walls
like how Past
echos in your hollow self.

Discernance.

Grappling the wisps of wind
slipping between
your fingers
as you descend
into the abyss.

Decadence.

Immersing in the symphony
of your screams
and the bang of the
spine shattering impact.

Disintegration.

Seeing ivory
before your eyes.
Hearing white noise
buzzing in your ears.

Life.

A blank piece of blank paper.
The Beginning.
The End.

Dreams.

The artist with a paintbrush.
Fabricated Fantasy.
Resonated Reality.