A start.. a whisper, a cry
A Traumatic
Bond
This is what I like
.
.
Shaken, a scream full
I’m watching you die
A throat
A slice through..
And the careful neck
Please..
A short smile
You enjoy this too
Lips tremble..
Be still
In silence
Your wand is over there
No magic can enter
In this room..
Eyes blink
Like we are not…done
As of yet
For it smells like heavy
Death in the air
A whimper
A pouring effect
Tempting me to end it quick
In the fresh Hell
Panic so much
The chest, it stops
Whip you, twice
It hurts..
Angry tears
A glow trickling
Down your face
A wishful Revenge
Seeking it till
The very end
“I’ll hurt myself, so you can never get me again”
A sobbing cry
In darkness,
Under a very dim light
A truly satisfying, horrifying sight
A dying kiss
For every slice
“Make sure I’m gone”
“Don’t let me live too long”
“I’ll haunt you, I just know”
He wept
Blood drip, dripping
Moving… upwards
Oh, sinister
This is your true horror
The Deepening of the Screaming.
My work is to be done
You was a lot of fun
Awakened
By your Fearful sleep
Passing..
Through the night
A final last,
Oh, but Send off..
You held true to the abrupt end. You have horror and fantasy mixed together here. nice
That’s true. I’m glad you have noticed.
I’d upload more but I think you can only do three poems a day on here. x
Thank you for reading.
Not my usual fare, but well told to.be sure.
Thank you for reading.
It means a lot to me. x
Powerfully penned, Rosie. Another excellent write my friend. Amazing imagery once again. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you for your kind words.
It means so much. x
The horrifying thing is: I can hear the pin in these lines.
Thank you for reading this piece.
A pleasure to read your input. x