I Need Your Hand

By Aarron Mondello

28/12/2017

I need to hold your hand, please
While I open the curtains wide
I need the sunlight to help me ease
The cold unforgiving night

I’m scared and I need your hand, please
To help guide me to the window
Lest fate begins to jest and tease
And leaves me lying in the snow

I just need to know you’re there, dear
While I pull the curtains open
While I listen nervously for voices near
Vile and softly spoken

Please my love just give me your hand
I’m begging you from my knees
Kneeling here in the grit and sand
Help me open the curtains, please.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Image

https://hawkke.deviantart.com/art/Hold-My-Hand-37222014

Locked In A Walk-in Robe

By Aarron Mondello

22/12/2017

 

You kept me locked in a walk-in robe
For a year, maybe more
While you lived in a prison of your own
Shamed and chained to the lounge room floor

The bolt on the inside was silent
If I was quick and quiet enough
With a soft little SNICK I’d slide it home
When the nights got, as you said, rough

Many nights I spent in there
Alone amongst the shoes
With dresses hanging above my head
Dresses that smelled of you

I’d cry myself to sleep most nights
Cradled by the dark
Then I’d sneak out like a mouse
The next morning to find you marked

I heard all of your excuses
All the lies that you told
I recognized them for what they were
Though I was just six years old

In the evening we’d hear the car
Coming down the road
I’d beg you to lock yourself
With me in the walk-in robe

Your eyes would fill with fear
As the storm blew down our door
And off I’d sneak, I felt weak
As I hid in the dark once more

I’d cringe when I heard the slaps
Bite my knuckles to keep silent
But there was nothing I could do
To save you from the violence

Sometimes I wasn’t quick enough
Those nights I’d feel the pain
And I’d also feel it was my own fault
That I was dragged into this game

I keep myself locked in a walk-in robe
Though the storm long since blew away
Many years I’ve lived in here
I’ll unlock the door some day


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Little Darklings

By Aarron Mondello

17/12/2017

 

“What is a Darkling?”
I hear you ask
Well it’s a little shadow-child
Wearing a little shadow-mask
Flitting running
Through the trees
Blending in
Barely seen
Tittering laughter
Follows behind
These little imp-wraiths
As they hide
From all who come
Near to them
For Darklings everything
Holds fear for them
“Are they evil?”
You enquire
No more evil
Than burning fire
They have a power
In their heart
A power some will
Seek to covert
“So they have magic?”
You seem confused
“They ARE magic”
I say, amused
Their very shifting
Shadow form
The essence from which
Magic is born
They have no use
Of their own
For the power set
Within their bones
A cup of water
Can’t drink itself
As the Darklings
Can cast no spells
“So they are good?”
How to explain
Would you put alignment
To a flame?
Neither nice
Or evil things
They just are
Little Darklings
“Are they real”
Your voice goes soft
Not any more
I scoffed
People hungered
For their power
And hunted them
To their final hour
Now no more
Do they flitter
Through the Shadows
Running thither
Their end was long
Brutal and violent
Their old homes
Now lay ever silent
Beautiful shadows
Always laughing
Their only downfall
Was being Darklings.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: A Rustle and a Murmur by moppaa

https://www.deviantart.com/art/A-Rustle-and-Murmur-442059115

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/silent/”>Silent</a&gt;

Thus end Man

By Aarron Mondello

30/11/2017

The dead shall rise
From the bowels of the earth
Putrid and rotting
Shambling forth
And the demons will come
Torturing man
Merciless and ravaging
Salting the land
The skies will grow dark
The earth will shake
And in the black depths
The new king will awake
Under his punishing reign
No green things will grow
No more what you reap
Shall you now sow
For now the devil
Rules from hell
This world gone dark
Where we dwell
Factions will fight
Against the hordes
Factions will fall
In ruthless onslaught
Evil will rule
Time without end
Thus has ended
The age of men.

©Aarron Mondello2017


 

Bite

By Aarron Mondello

28/11/2017

He never asked
To be so reviled
Forced on him
This life of exile
On the day
He nearly died
A devil came
To revive
The man so young
It’s safe to say
Would have preferred
To pass away
Instead now
Banished to the night
The vampire lusts
For a neck to bite.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: https://www.deviantart.com/art/Young-Blood-144289142

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bite/”>Bite</a&gt;

Unrequited Love

By Aarron Mondello

28/11/2017

She weeps alone
He sees there
Sitting upon
Her well of tears
For each of the
Glistening gems
That fall from her eyes
Drop into the depths
There they form
A sparkling pool
While he spies from hiding
Like a fool
And watches her
Falling tears
Watches her
Succumb to fears
Fears that he
Could never guess
Fears that cause
Her souls unrest
With a wordless cry
She throws herself
After her tears
Into the well
He doesn’t think
Or stop to dwell
He just follows her
Into the well
Together falling
Though far apart
She hears him calling
Out to her heart
And there they stay
Falling still
Until a day
One of them will
Confess to other
An undying love
Only then will they
Return above
The darkened tunnel
Of unrequited love.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


Featured image: Unrequited love by Cold-Tommy-Gin

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Unrequited-Love-583061241

The Corridor pt2

By Aarron Mondello

22/11/2017

 

Standing again at the end of a corridor similar to the first only this time lit by flickering yellow fluorescent tubes that cast an eerie glow along the walls. They shone just bright enough to dispel any shadow between them. As before, behind him was only a blank wall with flaking paint and no clue as to how he came to be in this place.

He retained full memory of his last trip down a dank corridor lit by burning torches in sconces above dilapidated old doors that opened onto a maddening black nothing. He still didn’t understand what significance that hallway held but he had a feeling the picture would be somewhat filled in as he travelled this one. He knew there would be other doors under those faulty old lights. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to open any of them though.

He took a deep breath and slowly started walking forward. After all, what else was there to do here? His mind kept going back to the fist Corridor. The madness he had started to feel as he traversed it’s impossible length. The darkness and sounds experienced behind each door tickled familiarly at the edges of his brain but he couldn’t quite manage to grasp why. Everytime he thought he almost had it it slipped away, slid between his fingers like an eel coated in oil. Apprehensive and nervous he walked to the first flickering yellow tube above the first door.

The door he found was not rotten and dilapidated as he was expecting. Quite the opposite it looked brand new and fit for a mansion as opposed to this dark Hall. Pristine white it seemed to gather the light to itself and reflect it cleanly from every gleaming surface. The paint like pure snow, the shining brass hinges and golden oval doorknob all seemed lit from within.

He relaxed a little at the sight of it. A door this lovely to behold couldn’t be hiding darkness and madness…could it?

As he reached a tentative hand towards the sparkling doorknob he noticed a light engraving on the white wood, so soft it was barely there.                  “Terry?” he asked softly of the tiger etched in the pristine wood. No answer came and he wondered then who Terry was and why the name and image seemed so familiar in his heart.                    Ultimately it didn’t matter, he turned the handle and stepped through the door.

He sat on a pale blue, circular rug in the middle of a room with walls painted to resemble a cloudless sky. Looking up he saw a bright yellow sun-shaped shade hanging motionless from a light in the ceiling. On one wall there was a four tier bookcase with filled with children’s stories. Strangely though, he could not read the titles, he could see where the words should be but they were just nonsensical shapes.                                                                                  Against another wall were two toy boxes. One was a plain soft green shaped like a chest, the other shaped like a dinosaur with its back open. Between them a mountain of teddy bears and plush toys were stacked staring at him with black glassy dead eyes.     There was a bed, low to the ground and made to look like a red race car. And on the last wall the white tiger etched door stood open through which he could see the corridor.

From somewhere else in this place, a place apart from this room he could hear voices though he could not understand a word they said. Time to move on he decided. On to the next door in the hopes that it would not be exactly the same. He tried to sand and found he had absolutely no control of his balance. Every time he tried to stand he’d fall heavily to the blue mat.

He began to yell in frustration. Smacking the rug with an open hand.

“Oosha adda iddy ad?” a woman’s voice called from beyond the door. His heart swelled with love when he heard voice. He tried to call out and tell the woman he couldn’t stand but all he could do was gurgle and make noises. He tried again and when he still could not talk he began to cry. Great heaving sobs shook his shoulders and his high pitched scream bounced off the walls, reverberating in his ears and hurting his head which made him want to cry more.

The sight of her stopped him, confused and unable to grasp just how she was walking towards him through a wall in the corridor. He could see her coming closer. As though she walked along a passage but she was in the wall! It hurt his head to look at. His mind refusing to make sense of it. It was as though the corridor he had left was layered over another place and the people that existed here were unaware of his world. They couldn’t touch his and he couldn’t see theirs.

Thankfully, finally, she stepped through the door into the room and the sickening image of her walking towards him from far away in a solid wall was gone. She stood before him tall and beautiful looking down on him with startling green eyes. She was beautiful, but he was afraid in a corner of his mind. A corner that still stood in the corridor.

“Up to Aunty?” she asked him and he was relieved to find he actually understood this time. He reached up to her and she bent to pick him up, holding him on her hip.

“Oh ee Dad?” one word he knew but he made no effort to reply. He just stared at her and she turned to walk out of the room. As she passed the threshold he felt a jolt, like an electric shock encompassing his entire body and he found himself back in the corridor looking at a pristine white door with police tape stuck in zig zags down it’s face.

He passed two more doors and they held very similar encounters. Both times the same woman who would come to get him in the midst of a tantrum and somewhere she’d mention “Dad” before walking out of the door and thumping him back into his own body.

The third door took a darker turn as he sat on the blue rug crying. From somewhere in a world he could not see he heard screaming. A man’s voice and a woman’s voice yelling gibberish at one another for what felt like hours. Then it all went silent and he began to cry, scared.

There came a dull thump followed by a yell and crashing, the sound of smashing glass. A man said something in a harsh voice and the thump came again. And again. And again. Over and over. It began to sound wet, like someone punching a self-saucing pudding. Finally the world went silent again.

He was very afraid now and wanted to get out of here. A strong feeling of deja vu swept over him and he almost saw…what? Red? He started to pull himself towards the door. God! Why was it so hard to move here? Inspiration struck him and he pulled his legs up under his belly and began to wobbly crawl towards the door. Slowly but surely he passed the threshold and pounded back into his own body.

His vision cleared. Looking into the room with the blue rug. The toy boxes, the bed, the teddies. “I’m a baby in there” he whispered to himself. Shocked he had not realised it sooner. When the woman spoke he didn’t understand, save for a few words. She picked him up and carried him on her hip…that world beyond the door blurred the lines in his mind and now he realised that, what was true in there was the only truth. He didn’t realise earlier because in there, it was normal, it was reality.

Then it finally registered to him that the door was still open. All the others had closed as soon as he left them. Why was this different?

He looked left and came face to face with himself. Startled he jumped back with a cry. Arms wrapped around his chest and held him. He struggled, kicking and squirming but the arms about him seemed made of steel.

“Quit it,” the person behind him spoke in his voice and he sagged like limp spaghetti. The arms about him held him in place.

The Him in front of him spoke now. It made his head spin to see himself standing there talking in his voice.                                                                                     “You have to go back in there. It’s not over.”                “What is this place?” he asked Himself. As a response the Him just reached forward and tapped his forehead. And before he knew what was happening he was launched through the air and back into the room with the blue rug.

Footsteps came echoing down a hall he could not see and the figure of the woman walking towards him though wall appeared again. It was still hard to look at, someone walking towards him from within a flat surface.

She stepped across the threshold and leapt into perfect clarity, he saw she was crying. This agitated him and he began to whimper like a sad puppy.

“Oh no, don’t cry,” she crooned at him while hastily wiping her eyes.                                                                  “Come. Come,” she bent and picked him up “Eh O to eh Park,” he felt excitement bubbling at the only word in that sentence he knew. He loved going outside and had learned to associate “park” with sunshine and outdoors.  She started heading towards the door with him on her hip. In a small corner of his mind, the small part that remained himself he tried to prepare for the jolt back into his own body.

She stepped through the door into a short hallway leading down to a set of stairs. The floors shone dark and polished. Halfway down there was a stand that had photos and fake looking flowers on it. A framed painting of a beach side shack hung on the opposite wall.                                                                       He had just enough time to be surprised before this reality swept over and became all he knew again.

Down the stairs at the end of the hall they went. An open kitchen on the left was pristine white and he cooed softly knowing that’s where ‘num nums’ were.

He vaguely noticed the splashes of red along the white bench top and up one of the white walls as something not normally there. Then it was swept from his mind as they neared the front door. He started bouncing excitedly on her hip at the thought of outside. As she opened the door he turned around and saw his dad asleep on the kitchen floor. He looked different…red. But outside beckoned and he was just a baby. His father’s smashed face never dawned on his limited knowledge or attention span.

The front door opened and a sudden white, warming light flooded over him and wrapped about him. Both him-as-baby and him-as-man felt physical sensation, a tingling that ran over the whole body as the light blocked out all vision. Slowly it faded, grew dimmer and he found himself back in the corridor looking through the open doorway at a world whizzing past. Houses passing in a blink, trees swooshing by. He experienced a brief vertigo when his mind reverted back to Him-as-baby and in his thoughts ‘PARK’ rang loud and clear, a little spark in a mind fogging over with sleep. Then the door closed softly and police warning tape began to unravel from thing air and zig zag down the door frame.

He stood staring at the faintly etched tiger on the door. Faint memories of a teddy that he carried everywhere for the first few years of his life swimming across the front of his thoughts until a soft scuffing noise caught his attention. He turned to his left and saw the two others, the Hims. One smiled maniacally, eyes wide and crazy and the other wore a dour expression.

Dour Him spoke “That’s where it started. Even if you don’t remember.”                                                                Crazy Him laughed “Did you see  his face? Hehehe haha haha heheheh.” They advanced on him, one laughing and one silent and he had no where to run, no where to go for the walls enclosed him in a box with these two apparitions. They covered him, smothered him. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t breath. He was suffocating and his vision was growing dark. ‘I’m going to die’ he thought sadly as the last of the light faded and he fell into oblivion.


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Confessions of a dead man

By Aarron Mondello

21/11/2017

Hush now spirit
Don’t you weep
Tell me your secrets
I will keep
Them oh so close
To my silent heart
Nary a word will ever part
From between
My lips shut tight
I will take them
Unto eternal night

Hear me father
Hear my words
I live here now
Betwixt two worlds
When breath filled me
I was a vain man
From all obligation
Ever I ran
Centred solely
On myself
Now I am in
This grey hell
Ever the colours
I ignored
And lived by the creed
The pen’s mightier than the sword
With script on a page
I pulled the high down low
And relished without guilt
In the strong cash flow
I lived like a king
In the material world
From others suffering
I built my Hold
Carved in blood
I provoked the ire
Of the innocent
With their fires
At the end
I was a drunken sot
When they came upon me
And cast me down to rot
My self indulged life
Thus did end
I met my fate
Without a friend

Hear me spirit
Know I speak true
Only the Father
Can judge you
Though I see
Why you tarry here
For we both know
Your damnation is near
Still you run
In death as in life
Cast out from the living
To this grey life
Escape it forever?
You can try
But your always under
His watchful eye
And now I bid you
Spirit farewell
Soon you’ll burn
In the fires of hell.

©


Featured image is the confessional room at Macau Cathedral.

A Haunting

By Aarron Mondello

19/11/2017

 

A Haunting.

Late last night home alone
I was sitting on the sofa
When behind me I heard a sorrowful moan
And footsteps coming closer

Instantly I jumped up scared
And looked behind me in the room
Nothing did I see there
Bar shadows cast in from the moon

I told myself it was just
My imagination
I told myself that I must
Quit drugs use in recreation

Convinced that I was just a fool
I resumed my comfy place
When there came the feel of something cool
Sliding down my face

I cried out in alarm
And jumped quickly up again
Painfully knocking my left arm
On the couches wooden end

I grabbed my throbbing elbow
And peered into the gloom
I could hear a dry laugh echo
In the shadows around the room

“Whose there” I squeaked
Sounding like a frightened child
I will admit I was more than freaked
My imagination running wild

It was then the TV turned up loud
I turned slowly round to stare
And what I saw shifting like a cloud
There was a spectre standing there

I closed my eyes shut tight
I shook my head in disbelief
It surely was just a trick in the night
My mind surely was diseased

When I looked again the ghost was gone
I walked up to the TV
I reached out a hand to turn it down
And a jolt ran straight through me

I yelled loud, the pain was sharp
I heard a fizzle and a zap
The TV exploded sending shards
Stabbing right into my hand

I cried out and stumbled back
Tears unbidden came in a flood
Yet when I looked down at my hand
There was no glass, no cuts, no blood.

The TV was fine and whole
‘It had to be in my mind’
I thought until in the darkened hall
The grandfather clock began to chime

Well past the count of twelve it went
DING DING DING DING
And when I went to the hall investigate
I was assaulted by a foul wind

It stank of death and rot this wind
And blew strong from within the walls
On it rode madness chanting
Lusting for my entrails

It blew so hard it knocked me down
I landed painfully on my back
I was to scared to get off the ground
Until I spied the widening crack

Moving swiftly along the plaster ceiling
From with glowed an eerie light
I was struck numb with the feeling
That tonight I was going to die

I jumped up and ran
Towards the rear door
As I went I could hear
Something wet splat on the floor

I looked back when I reached the door
Peering over my shoulder
The vision there that I saw
Made my skin grow colder

Mother dear long in her grave
Dripping luminescent green slime
Half the skin rotting from her face
Wearing a twisted rotting smile

This was it the end for me
I shut my eyes and began to scream
The suddenly the world went quiet
And held its breath it seemed to me

I sank down against the wood
My mind a babbling mess
Then despite myself I closed my eyes
And fell into a tortured rest

I woke with a start near 2am
Still sitting on the floor
And there I stayed the rest of the night
Against the cool back door

For the rest of that eerie night
Not a single thing moved
Except my ever darting eyes
And the slowly crawling moon

And now this today as the sun sets
And the house grows slowly darker
My heartbeats wildly as I fret
At the thought of a spirits cackling laughter.

©


Featured image found here

https://www.google.com.au/amp/s/www.buzzfeed.com/amphtml/annakopsky/idk-seems-pretty-spooky-2-me

A Date with the Devil

By Aarron Mondello

18/11/2017

Fi Di diddly dun
Come with me let’s have some fun
Cavorting leaping in the sun
Fornicating ’til the day is done

Fi Di diddly do
Come on now it’s just me and you
Searching seeking under the moon
Oh such wicked things we’ll do

Fi di diddly dil
Together we shall taste the thrill
Together we will make the kill
You and I have blood to spill

Fi Di diddly dair
Come my love don’t look so scared
Wipe those tears off your cheeks so fair
Then follow me close to my lair

Fi Di diddly Di
Pass with me under the sky
Secure under my watchful eye
Here with me I’ll help you die

Fi Di diddly dome
You’ll rot here forever all alone
Corrupted here so far from home
And now your soul is my own

Fi Di diddly dell
I have a secret I will tell
In your afterlife you can dwell
On the knowledge that I came from hell.

©


Featured image found here

https://www.google.com.au/amp/s/www.pinterest.com/amp/explore/demon-art/