— Poetry

Little Suzie Weiss

A horror short by Kaitlyn

Little Suzie Weiss never seemed to be right, she always loved to give people a grisly good fright. She’d excite her teeth all wily and grim, her words not so proper and prim.

“My daddy would love to shave off your skin,” she’d say. “He’ll wear it on his face then toss you away.” The kids would run to their mother’s and cry, but Little Suzie Weiss didn’t bat an eye.

Oh, those sweet screams of fear, they were like music to her ears. She’d sit in her room and smile, with the curve of her lips so wild, while her father sat in distraught wondering, “What am I going to do with this horrible child?”

One night at dinner, while all was quiet and calm, Suzie looked at her brother and said, “I wonder what you would look like without your head. I bet it would come off all bloody and red.” She laughed and grabbed the knife, throwing it across the room, almost taking his life.

She laughed some more, delighted by his fright, but her father so big and so tough bellowed from his mouth, “Suzie, that’s enough! Go to your room, and think about what you’ve done, you aren’t to have any fun!”

The horror pierced her heart like a lightning strike, and Suzie ran to her room and started to cry. She collapsed onto the floor, her body shaking with a violent rhyme, and she wept, “Am I not the perfect child he wants me to be? Have I committed a terrible crime?”

She rocked herself gently, her eyes gleaming with tears, and all she could think about was how she didn’t want to be here. “Maybe they’re better off if I died. No more worrying about Little Suzie Weiss running awry.”

As the days passed by, her mind was slipping away, every voice inside her head kept telling her she was utterly insane. She was weak and weary, and all she wanted to do was to go out and play, but her stomach kept singing, “This is no way to live, being locked in this cave with no cheer. Now get up and move those feet, we deserve something good to eat, my dear.”

Suzie didn’t know if she could survive any longer, the decision to live was growing much stronger. Madness grabbed her hand with its phantom limb, and she followed it to the room filled with nightmarish sin. She sat in the chair from where she was exiled, and there wasn’t a flicker of a smile, not on her face nor her brother Kyle’s.

She said, “I’ve been a very good girl, and I’ve been hungry for quite a while. So let us dig into the flesh of this kin before it rots away like the rest of him.”

She picked up her fork, looking at her brother’s skull with sulfur green eyes, and feasted upon her father’s corpse, bite after delicious bite