'Saur and the Waldorf Child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem I wrote for a writing exercise with friends. I did not choose the subject.

Submitted: December 29, 2019

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Submitted: December 29, 2019

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'saur And The Waldorf Child

Current mood: anxious

Category: Writing and Poetry

 

Friends:

 

This is a horror piece of flash fiction. It is VILE. Sickening, horrific - you know, HORROR.  Don't read this poem if this genre offends you.

 

If you have not heard of the Waldorf School, and their philosophy, read up on them online.

 

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'Saur And The Waldorf Child

 

By Alexander Guinevere Kern

 

Copyright A. Kern  2004

 

 

 

I am.

 

Main Attraction. Science Center. Outdoor exhibit. Dinosaur Replica. Sun wicked. Wind kicking.

 

Tourist assault. Children shrieking. Cameras clicking. Camcorders whirring. Cones dripping.

 

Fingers pointing. Parents laughing. Kids climbing. Bubblegum popping. Guide lecturing.

 

My story. (Cretaceous dinosaur. Class Archosauria. Order Saurischia. Suborder Theropoda.  Infraorder Coelurosauria.)

 

And fun. And fun. And fun. And fun.

 

****

 

I see.

 

Open-mouth child. Alone standing. Waldorf training. Nicked knees. Awet smile. Sheltered child. Azure-eyed. Innocent odor. Preppy threads. Respectful touch. Admiring me. Myth believing. Life revering. Nature rapture. Feeling-filled. Grace-gifted. Seeking always.

 

Developing Spirit. Animal bonding. Waldorf philosophy: From truth. Through beauty. For Good.

 

****

 

I am.

 

Bipedal behemoth. Deadly head. Coffin-tongued. Trap teeth. Juddered jaw. Belly need. Scale skin. Tesserae hide. Piston-legged. Slot snout. Croc-skull. Ophidian tailed. Slash maker. Scythe-stroker. Forelimbs dwindled. Meat greedy. I feel. Waldorf thoughts. Spiritual connection. Magic catalyst. The Quickening.

 

And wake. And wake. And wake. And wake.

 

Roar hammer. Ancient reanimate. Guttural trumpet.

 

****

 

I kill.

 

Hunger me.

 

Crowd wail. Carnage chaos. Kids keening. Sicklenail searing. Sodas sloshing. Cameras crashing. Throats crying. Bones resounding. Pulses dying. Bodies pulping. Head hacking. Blood scrolling. Limbs rolling. Gristle grinding. Gamy sawing. Lungs tearing. Bowels tumbling. Hot guts. Skulls sickening. Eyes exploding. Death aromatic. Effluvium choking. Secretions slipping.

 

Murder squall. Ripe revenge. Flesh feast.

 

Life Thief.

 

Flow, Raptor.

 

And blood. And blood. And blood. And blood.

 

****

 

I watch.

 

Waldorf child. Alone standing. Fear-pissing. Father fatal. Naive leaving. Hope failing. Purity degrading. Shock rising. Knees dropping. Tears weeping. Heart staccato. Voice mellow. Quick turning. Eyes covering.

 

"Miracle creature! Why Killer? Live History! Sacred Mystery! From Truth. Through Beauty!

 

For Good!

 

"Why Killer? Why Killer?

 

"Why Ki ----"

 

****

 

I am.

 

'Saur passing. Boy staring. Spared, scared. Mind twisted. Fear wearing. Hate warping. Evil starting.

 

Flow, Raptor.

 

Rise, boy.

 

Like me.

 

Kill food. And kill. And kill. And kill.

 

****

 

Boy generates. Man power. Life flowing. Strong blessing.

 

Never, never!  Beauty forever!

 

Flow, Love.  Rise, Truth.

 

Stall judgment. Embrace understanding. New Truths, still true.

 

And learn. And learn. And learn.

 

 And Learn.

 

 

 

 


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