The Cinderella Man

“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ~ C.S. Lewis

“The thirteenth foot’s different, sir. We’ve a second killer.”


“Doubt it, sir.”

“Why? The note is exclusive to this case, but the glass slipper and severed toes are identical. Even if the big toe was mutilated and stitched back—”

“That’s no toe, sir. The note reads, ‘No more happy endings for this prick’”.

a wee note (not provided by the killer)
– this is a work of fiction. Fairytale references are the products of my eerie imagination and used in a creepily fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events isn’t coincidental at all, since it was totally inspired by Camila Domonoske’s article, “Human Feet Still Washing Up in Pacific Northwest, But Don’t Panic”.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.


Blood, Screams and Wild Woods

A mother? No.
I haven’t had one
of those in years.

I birthed myself real
out of the belly of a beast
who dined on loved flesh
and snacked on lies.

Of course, I remember
the day. I was born of blood,
screams and wild woods.
I was eleven and a moon
and wholly crimsoned.

There used to be a mother,
once upon a time. It’s true.
But she was eaten, bit by bit,
by ravenous plot monsters
that haunt ever afters.

Yes, my grandmother still lives
in me, written inside my skull,
bewaring me of lies and wolves.

written for Beyond the Ever After – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 11)
linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Red, by C. Madison-Peters“Red”, by C. Madison-Peters
(find more of her yummy work on her website and on Instagram)