In William’s House
I find myself desperate.
Such a fool I was to go with him,
all alone,
to this strange place.
He’s locked me in the basement and here I hear whispers.
The corners are alive and they tell me to dig!
Right at the soft spot, a patch of dirt
among the concrete.
So, I do–I dig and break my nails,
a bloody fucking mess
it is–but I don’t stop.
My flesh will crawl with worms before I stop.
Finally, it shows itself
to me. A handle of bone.
The white blade is sharp and carved
with symbols beyond my time.
This ivory knife has known dark deeds
and darker deeds it shall witness.
Hehehehe
I am waiting, crouched,
just waiting for that fool to come back down.
The corners are alive. They ask for blood penance.
They ask for mine first!
I don’t want to but I must.
I take my eyes out. Dig the little bastards right out
with my devil’s bone.
And then, wait.
Soon,
I will go home.
My God this is creepy 👀😨
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xD Thank you. I was in a good mood and felt so despicably dark.
Also I got your email!! Just been a bit busy lately is all ❤
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This is soooo good. The mood you created, the horrorific psychosis was so well portrayed.
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I think i wrote this in a good mood xD I think that says something hahaha Thank you so much for your kind words. Actually, am I following you on twitter? (if you have one)
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Noo. I am not on Twitter unfortunately.
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Oh nooooes. You should come over. Writing Community there really is supportive and so active. I was blown away haha
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Damn.. sounds right about perfect. Will surely do that.
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If you do, let me know so I can follow you!
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Sure will do
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I lost it when you began digging. Breaking your nails. A good bloody mess…
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I got really into this one~ Thank you for reading! I want to do more dark poems but I can only seem to right them when the muse takes me haha
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