Heaviness is the air, breathing down your neck
A vicious stare,
Whispering How dare
Threaten me a with spell,
This is how the blood fell
On a round blade,
A Circular saw
And more
Hang you down, spin you around,
Swinging from the ceiling,
With High-pitched screaming
I think, I’m….I’m
In a mess, so he says,
A delightful guest,
Of wavy, red lines
I welcome the pool,
Staining, it’s through
Walls and floors
Covering them all
Kicking a fit,
Not getting anywhere with it
Almost done…
I’m having so much fun,
Watching the blade run,
Then it hits, slices… Your deadly silence
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Cryptically penned, Rosie. Excellent write with such deadly imagery my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks again for your insight on this piece.
I appreciate it very much. x
I don’t want to look crazy or anything but I didn’t expect the Hostel 2 pic. I laughed when i saw it after my comment on your poem Saw X.
Back to your poem. There is a sense of dread and torture in each line. Well done!
PS: have you seen the Hostel movies?
I have seen the hostel films. They demonstrate the best of slasher horrors.
Thanks again for reading. I admire your interest.