Teary blue eyes with silent sobbing,
A deep stare
Blonde intense hair
Pale wet cheeks, needle thin lips
Shaken, a strange struggle,
Holding his hands, tied together
Panic, struck…
Heart-stopping, wrist snapping
Thinking is a must or a lost
Blood trickling, blade slithering
Elegant like a violin and bow
Striking, silver resting still,
Oh, flesh cutter
I am the mask wearer,
My vinyl gloves are not torn,
Plastic apron spotting the red
“I want to be dead”
Your words are kept
I’ll split the neck,
Crimson please
The leaking mess
Stone, lifeless
And the body lies…








amazingly written! i enjoyed reading this. greatly captures a descent
into a horrifyingly, chilling experience. woven together with a pleasing rhyming scheme.
thank you, for sharing, X
Thank you for reading. I’m glad you have enjoyed this piece.
Your insight is a pleasure to take in.
The dawn of a new horror star has arrived – next time I visit an NHS clinic or GP or A&E, I shall look out!!!! Harriet-Jacqui Furl, Epping Forest, Essex, England, UK!
Oh, frightening stuff. Thank you for reading.
I’m glad you could embrace the darkness of it. x
Intensely penned, Rosie. Excellent write with precise imagery and phenomenal storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you for reading and responding.
It is everything that you described and more. x
I went in for the Saw franchise experience, and I ended up in Hostel like poem. Brilliant!
Brilliance at its best.
Thank you for reading. x
Captivating. It inspires more of my horror juices for creativity.
I’m glad that this piece has inspired you.
Thanks again for reading. x