Kisses from Hell

One

Earth.

She sits in her belly, swallowed by dirt,

desolate

bruised

broken.

Part of the world no one desires, entombed among creatures that slime and bloat with waste.

She is a tree root stuck below:

suffocating,

twisting to break

free.

Whispers from those that surround her tell

“you are safe

held in a warm embrace

Below.”

She is a virgin of safety. Always intimidated, attacked, tormented.

No air. No light. No possibility or wonder, joy, love, protection.

Home

she has not found you.

But Above…

The thought tickles her heart and makes her tan skin melt, sticky and warm. Her daydreams float images of happiness Above.

Above, she can be alive.

Above, she can be safe.

Anywhere is better than Below.

From her perch Below, she stares up. Her hair, the color of fallen leaves in dry season, falls down the back of her fur garment. Her neck muscles tight with dreaming. A crack in the hollow earth glistens with heat of a setting sun. Its width and length greatly reveals the blue Above and the possibility of looking upon

the Others.

She waits, searching for a glimpse.

Shaking with anticipation, excitement, her body sips shallow, noiseless breaths. If she reached up, her fingertips could play peekaboo with the floor of Above.

There! An Other! Heading to shelter, its home in the trees, as its sun fades. Its sweet smell drips through the cracks of her cocoon. Shattering fear.

They, the Others, are high-reaching and jointless. Their skin, barely covered by the hides of their kills, the dark of wet earth. She matches them, the Others. She too is dark skinned. Not the shiny brightness of stars like the ones Below; their pupils large, sucking light from the nothing.

She is unique, evolved, brave.

Her difference, the seed of abuse.

She touches, sees, hears, smells, tastes, wants…different.

Alone in a pit of ancestors who have forever grown Below. Who have forever grown afraid of the light and the Others Above, created strong and deadly, who survive by it.

She has been exposed to sixteen years of fear and hate, warned of the murdering Others that stalk Above, waiting to suck out bones of those Below who are captured. Their skin sacks left to ooze and twitch on mounds together, eyes left open to watch the flies hatch families of their own.

Still, she is forever in awe of the openness that is Above.

Sitting, staring, waiting, she dreams of an escape from Below, from her torturers who eat at her soul like grubs. A new life, name, family, home. To touch the sun’s warmth and drink the moon’s calm rays.

To love and be free.

To love and be wanted.

To love and be avenged.

Two

“Hey, girl.” A putrid voice hurled toward her. Ten spidery fingers wet with acid spit reached up, picked at her loose dress, and skittered up and down her bare legs. “Come down here and join us. We got some nice toys for you to play with.” The one who spoke licked the blade of his knife while others snapped their belts and threatened her with tight fists.

Male laughter fought through her ears and set off her stomach. Bile churned, threatened to surge past her teeth and coat her body in sick. She rocked back and forth, silently chanting a spell of fading protection.

Ten fingers still touching.

I will be okay.

Stomach still falling.

I will be okay.

Bodies still threatening…I will be okay…taunting…I will be okay…waiting.

She was “punished” for being different. It was “fun.”

I will be okay.

Above.

Above.

Above.

“Don’tcha wanna see what we got waitin’?”

Lick. Snap. Pound.

No, go away, go away. “I’m fine up here.”

“Aw, come on. It’ll be fun.”

Lick. Snap. Pound.

Help! Go away! Help me! “No thank you. I’m fine.”

“Whoo, boys! Ain’t she cute, so proper.”

More spiders bit at her legs, filling her with poison. Daring her stomach.

“Rheena!” Her birth mother paused the girl’s hell. “Oh, hello, boys. Shouldn’t y’all be gettin’ ready?” Rheena unpinched her eyes, stomach relaxing. “Well then, pick up your jaws and get goin’.” They smirked hexes toward the girl and were gone.

For now.

“Ugh. You need to learn to stop distractin’ them from their duties. Whore.”

With one arm she ripped Rheena down from her seat of dreams and let her topple to the mud below. “It is almost time for the kill. We must prepare them to go. Above.” She thrust one glowing shoulder toward the heavens, scrunching with fear and disgust; the last word a whisper. Her celestine blue eyes flicked, aware of the commotion around them. The hunters gathering their killing tools. Rheena could not see into the dark that engulfed them. “Come, girl. Wipe yourself off, you’re always so filthy. I’ll never get why you sit up there near the sun and risk bein’ seen by one of them Others.” Again, a whisper. As if speaking their name would tag those Below for death. Rheena smiled inside, hoping so. “It’s morbid, Rheena. Revoltin’.” She followed her birth mother’s rant, dancing around pale bodies that shuffled about heavy and quiet with angst, until the opening of their cave was reached.

“Umm, excuse me?”

A sigh hissed past her birth mother’s lips as she turned toward Rheena. “What is it now?”

“Could I go Above, with the men? Just once?”