I Dream of Dismembering
his mind. Bloodied
up to my elbows, I forage for memories.
Digging deeper, I pluck pieces that were
already broken. One of us pulls free.
Splatters, a metaphorical road kill lost
to the floor. I stomp in it
to make sure it is dead, then return
to my visceral vivisection. Almost immediately
two of me are found and released.
For a moment I plot an appropriate demise.
Instead I choose to breathe
out, exhorting their escape. I smile
and they wave, then waiver as the night disappears.
I Dream of Swimming
in pools of my enemies’ blood.
Forget virgins, their innocence was
never the key to turning back time.
And who wants to anyway?
I would rather ride into the present
sunset, blazing with power,
fueled by defeat of the masses who wish
me gone.
My veins alight with a headier shade
of blue, surge in motivational waves.
Nothing controls me but me.
Call me monster, vampire, leech,
even shark. I will answer.
Predator in my best finery.
Understand that whatever I seek
is exactly what I always manage
to take.
I Dream of Lighting
this world on fire. I was born to be
combustible. Daughter of Phoenix,
I came out of the womb alight
with the desire to consume everything
around me. I am pyrokinetic
display of destruction, moving at the speed
of heat. I trail gasoline
and carry no less than a thousand matches.
I believe to breathe is to burn,
and look forward
to a future drowning in ash.
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has published 27 collections and chapbooks of poetry. In addition, she has published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. Her favorite revenge story is the movie Lucy because it has a strong female lead tha not only survives and avenges the autracity she landed in, she also because a positive affectation on humanity’s growth.
