Kill Jill Vol.1

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown

An accident or slaughter?

At the well, where Jack had fell

A circumstance suspicious;

A missing Jill, not on the hill

And clues to crimes malicious.

Jill and Jack under attack

while water they were fetching.

Nursery rhyme turned nursery crime

Laid out this picture sketching.

Scene of blood, not drops, a flood

A crimson tide congealing.

At present calm, foreboding harm

Proclaiming pain with squealing.

The upturned pail, a footprint trail

More blood on bricks and mortar.

Surprise attack on Jill and Jack

While fetching daily water.

Jack lay dead with broken head

Though suffered more than falling.

Tooth and claw and rabid jaw

His injuries appalling.

In the well, a grisly hell

when light shone in the water.

Foot and calf; a leg in half

From where Jill's foe had fought her.

What evil stirred and fiendish cur

Could play a crime so brazen?

In bright of day, to stalk the prey

‘Neath sky and sun-emblazoned.

In open field, it did not yield

To wait in secret silence.

Perfunctory lurk, and then berserk

Wrought havoc. Mayhem. Violence.

Scene now set, for our duet

One dead, one gone. Abducted.

Where is Jill? Alive she still?

Assault by whom conducted?

• • •

Jill is pained and bloody-stained

A wounded leg slow-dripping.

In the dark. All toothy marked

Not cuts; torn off by ripping.

On her own. Address unknown.

Distressed, depressed and deadened.

Hearing crawls within the walls

Of rodents set to threaten?

With quiet tears, our captive peers

Surroundings are considered.

A creepy chill, for prisoner Jill;

The room with bones is littered.

Bones from sheep, and from Bo Peep

A little lamb and Mary.

Small Boy Blue, his horn there too.

A barnyard cemetery.

Snuffed out soul of Old King Cole

And fiddlers three in darkness.

Humpty's shell, king's men as well

And horses stripped to carcass.

In the corner, young Jack Horner

Of all remains most fresh.

Without a plum (on either thumb)

Phalanges freed of flesh.

This beastly lair, of foetid air

The home of monstrous villain.

Twice let off, now full of wrath

Commenced a spree of killin’.

Bad and big, with taste for pig

The brothers 3 had tricked him.

Straw-blown huff, and stick-strewn puff

At house of bricks was victim.

And Riding Hood chased through the wood

To Granny's house retreated.

Hunter's axe, blunted attacks

Not dead, but still defeated

Yes the foe is one you know.

The Big Bad Wolf - a beast.

Now ‘twas Jill, from up the hill

Her turn to be the feast.

• • •

In and out of sleep, in doubt

Of chances of survival.

Strength grown dim, from loss of limb

Hope fading for revival.

Blacked out dreams of panicked screams

when pail-filling disrupted.

Innocent before they went

This twisted world: Corrupted.

Left at dawn, in early morn.

Sun-rising; six and quarter.

Climbed the hill, a pail to fill

Familiar well of water.

Gnawing guilt, from blood that's spilt.

Jack keen to fetch the water.

She'd seduced, and then induced

A playful game - he caught her.

Laid her down on grassy ground

She feigned as feeble femme.

Felt his lips from hair to hips

A hand under the hem.

On her back, below her Jack

Entwined as nervous lovers.

A racy thrill, on public hill

What chance someone discovers?

Loves afterglow, turned violent woe.

Terror-stunned the smitten

Him thrown down, with broken crown

Bewildered, bloody, bitten.

Unseen slash, a hairy flash.

Had pinned her down and caught her.

Hacked at Jill, upon the hill

Before they got the water.

Was Jack dead? She'd seen his head -

A-broken and a-bleeding

The tumbling fall, his body mauled

Her lover's life receding.

Idyllic tryst, time reminisced

Remembering that Eden.

A whimpered cry, a whispered “bye”

Now thoughts on winning freedom.

• • •

Back awake, her life at stake

A mind fatigued yet spinning

Silhouette, caused anguished fret

A glimpse of teeth; they're grinning.

Murmured growl, approaching prowl

She feels on skin a muzzle.

Jill has froze, a moistened nose

From wound to neck it nuzzles.

Winced inhale, Jill smelled the stale

Foulness as he faced her.

Sickly death on greedy breath

His tongue unfurled to taste her.

Wolf exposed, it's time she knows.

A gulp disguised as shiver.

A kick is thrown, her splintered bone.

It pierces Big Bad's liver.

Wounded howl. She's played him foul

In pain his body doubles.

Again she kicks, in throat it sticks.

Compounded canine troubles.

Enraging lunge. Another plunge.

She stabs once more, aorta.

Weakness grows, while blood it flows

Like pail with leaky water.

Whites of eyes, distressed surprise

Backward, morbid stagger.

The monster slain, in his domain

From makeshift leg bone dagger.

Rescued girl in fetal curl

Was found drained of her spirit.

Her story bold, heroics told

To anyone who'd hear it.

Now just Jill goes up the hill

To fetch her daily water.

Takes her time, because the crime

Has left one leg just shorter.

Some relief within her grief

A lounge room scene adoring.

Makes her grin, that dead wolfskin

A rug - revenge as flooring.