Little Girl Lost

She was born into the salty soup of summer
Fiery sunlight danced in her bouncing hair
Green grass waved in her sparkling eyes
Ripe berries stained her smiling lips

She ran with the wild things
Collecting golden memories in her mind
And silver linings around her clouds
And life was as it should be

In time, she strayed from sunny meadows
Into deep shadowed woods
Where she became lost
Among the black twisted trees

She stumbled through the dark
Crying out as thorny fingers
Gouged blood from her tender flesh
She called out for help that never came

The grimy moonlight washed away her innocence
Washed away kindness and charity
Washed away hopes and dreams
Washed away trust

She fell in with hyenas dressed in wolves’ clothing
Echoed their crazy laughter
While turning her back on all that was right and good
All that was clean

She rolled in the dirt
Concealing what once had been pure
What had once been a shining soul
There was no place in her life for that now

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Gone

too much hurt
too much pain
too much rage
…won’t do it again

not enough joy
not enough peace
not enough love
…to make up for grief

leave me be
leave me alone
leave me empty
…leave me…gone

 

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It

I dreamed it, and now it’s mine…

The vile thing cries out from under the bed, demanding to be fed when I nurse Joey. I try to ignore it, but I’m its mother, and I can’t.

I can’t!

Lord knows I’ve tried.

Its wet screeching affects me every bit as much as Joey’s soft cries. I can’t deny it substance. So I gather its scaly body to my breast, hot pain piercing my nipple as its teeth sinks in, and it feeds, first on my milk, then my blood.

It’s growing faster than Joey, barely a month old and already crawling. How long before it walks? How long before it will be able to climb unaided into bed with me? How long before it can clamber up the side of Joey’s crib?

I have to kill it before I’m any weaker.

I can do this. I have the knife in my hand.

Freshly fed, stomach full of my milk and blood, it’s sleeping in its dark nest under the bed. Now is the time.

I hunker to my knees, raise the knife, and slowly lift the bedskirt.

There the evil thing is, lying on its side facing me, its long pink tail curled over its eyes like some obscene sleeping mask.

Joey whimpers.

I glance over my shoulder, lay a finger over my lips “shh”, then turn back to my other son—

And see a dark blur of movement, angry red eyes, and a huge, suckered mouth full of needle teeth. Then pain—oh god, the pain—and darkness as those teeth close over my face. And rip.

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Gods and Monsters

Gods and Monsters video

Performed by: Lana Del Rey

Writer(s): Lana Del Rey and Tim  Larcombe

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