Feast - © D. S. Scott - 2015
I raise a glass
and make a toast
To the greatest
family on earth
At one and all, I
have to boast
About each and
everyone’s worth
We bless what lies
before us all
This wondrous and
tasty meal
I stand with pride
and oh-so tall
Gazing upon our
food with appeal
Joining with us
all here tonight
He is our truly,
wonderful guest
It is to my own
great delight
To say he shall
be, the very best
Now before we
start to dig in
I have a request
for you, Mother
Bring the wine so
we may begin
Oh, and Sister go
grab your Brother
As we are now all
together here
It is time to end
our friend’s life
Nana, would you be
such a dear
And please hand me
the carving knife?
I cut deep into
his pale flesh
We all relish at
the screams
The arising aroma
is so fresh
And I watch as my
family beams
Arterial blood
splashes here and there
Now that I carve
into his rump
To be honest, I do
not want to share
But there is
plenty, so juicy and plump
Now I tear into
the chest cavity
I take my time picking
around the bones
I break through
the ribs and have a see
Next, pillaging
every organ that he owns
So yes, maybe I am
some great sinner
I know what I am
doing is wrong
But I do so enjoy
time for dinner
It is when we can
all get along
Come now, what did
I just say?
Can we not have a
nice dinner for once?
That’s all I ask
from you on this day
Or would you like
to go on your own hunts?
Come on children,
stop your fighting
There is plenty of
it, to go around
What is before
you, you should be biting
Or you know
trouble, will be found
Finally, we find
some rest and peace
Some pleasant
quiet all around us
At last, the
craziness has come to cease
And there is no
more making any fuss
So, together we go
about our feast
We shred and
devour, all the meat
Outsiders would
think each of us a beast
But a man and his
family, have to eat
The Reluctant Kill - © D. S. Scott - 2015
One last time, I’m
going to sin
I lie to myself
and say it again
The demon’s voices
are wailing
And my
self-control is failing
I really cannot
keep from it, anymore
The time has come
to embrace the gore
Having nothing
else left to do
There is no way to
say no to you
As I get ready and
start to prepare
I try to fight
back my sense of care
I wish I could get
better but it is too late
There is just no
way to rehabilitate
Now with complete
control over me
You gave me
blinders, this is all I see
As much as I would
like to go and fight it
I find myself
enjoying it, more than a bit
I realize tonight
will be number ten
Oh, what fun each
family has been
I slash and shred
until nothing is left
Finally, their
lives will be my theft
Not until though,
not until
There is so much
to do, still
I have found that
their crying is the worst
But at least it is
them that do it first
I cannot, will
not, show my pain
I do not have a
conscience, I am insane
I must not show
them, I too am weak
Or the reasoning
behind this they will seek
Asking their
questions, they cry out
They plead, beg
for mercy and shout
I pretend their
cries fall on deaf ears
When I, myself,
have to fight back tears
I can feel my
anger begin to turn
It is when my eyes
start to burn
Over and over, the
voices urge me on
My God, I wish I
would want them gone
Taking my anger
out on them
I go without plan
and act on whim
This time the
father tries to fight back
That is when I
choose to attack
It is so much
easier when they act first
Their simple
submission is the worst
So I fight him and
tie him to a chair
To be honest, it
almost doesn’t seem fair
Next, I make him
watch it all
I revel in each outcry
and call
First, taking
everything from his wife
I slice off her
face with a kitchen knife
Then, comes the
little daughter
I laughed along as
I fought her
I like every noise
that she makes
Her slit wrists
pool like little lakes
The last is for
their young son
I have to savor
every last bit of fun
After cutting out
his tongue to stop the squeal
His danger of
drowning in the blood is real
As I listen to
them screaming
I simply cannot
keep from beaming
But I know my time
is at an end
I am so lucky to have
been able to attend
At last, I stab
the man in the head
The finale to the
show of the dead
I don’t always get
along with the voices
Although, I do
usually like their choices
Still, I have my
few and slight regrets
The day will come
when I will pay my debts
Seems I do have a
conscience, after all of this
And I find myself,
once again, lost in my abyss
For I am the one,
with the reluctant kill
And yet I enjoy
it, so much still
I’ll do it again
and again, I swear
I will continue to
do all I can bear
DS Scott's Bio:
When D. S. Scott was fourteen, a friend suggested he
write a short story. He began writing and immediately took an interest in it. A
couple weeks later he finished and was surprised to find how much he enjoyed
writing it. In the years since, Scott has written in several genres but has
found a particular interest in horror and suspense. He enjoys writing poetry,
short stories and has started on a novel. Finding writing to be a creative
outlet, he kept with it and followed his goal to publish.
He currently lives in North Carolina with his dog, Bandit.
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