Lesleigh May Hart is an Australian writer, who’s style is dark, disturbing and Gothic. This includes three ongoing works: Bedtime Stories for Purple Girls (short stories), The Blood (erotic horror) and Naked Violet (poetry & prose). These are all recommended for a mature audience.
Excerpt from Chapter One: The Rabbit in Bedtime Stories for Purple Girls.
A female jogger tripped over a dead man’s body three days later. She claimed she was clairvoyant and that his angry spirit led her to him. Channel 10 News announced he was another victim of an alleged serial killer. His name was Gary Tousen, in his mid-30s, married with children. The scene was gruesome, his genitals hacked off, the number seven carved onto his forehead. Thirteen victims in thirteen months. The Queensland Police tip-off line flashed at the bottom of the television screen.
Excerpt from The Blood: Chapter One.
There was cameras recording her every move. The Queen was standing behind a cameraman with a malicious smile on her face. On top of her was a big man. He was muscly and huge, in all ways. He smiled cruelly at her. His fangs showed.
Without warning he ripped her off the board, picked her up and shoved her against the wall. He thrust his fangs and cock into her simultaneously. She cried out in pain.
She started biting him back, rending his shoulders with her fangs to try and get away. He must have been an older vampire than her. Lise felt like she was a human in his arms.
Her mind felt clogged, like it was hard to think. Maybe he was drinking too much blood or maybe he could do mind control. Some vampires were lucky like that. Either way she flopped in his arms and did nothing while he ravaged her.
Glowing Embers from Chapter 15: Violated in Naked Violet.
My body has trouble forgetting,
It relives the bloodletting,
My brain says never mind,
Perhaps it is more kind.
I could smell you if I were blind,
Aftershave and sweat combined,
I know our marriage bed,
Flashbacks to how I fled.
I have lost the exact time,
Nor the day of the war crime,
No anniversary to recall,
The night I was your thrall.
I tried to forget by drinking,
But instead, I was sinking,
I became a toy to destroy,
Anyone’s Helen of Troy.
I love and trust another man,
Now there is a new floor plan,
But still the body remembers,
We make love amidst the embers.
Thoughts of you bring contempt,
I know you will never repent,
But yet the body remembers,
I hope one day it will forget.