Pitiful Fear of Being Undead

Posted: October 31, 2012 in Uncategorized
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when you see things at night

from that pointed edge of eye,

lack of concentration makes you

fall,

with split dusty lip

blood in a trickle,

there are things that need

to bite to eat,

so hold your breath

and let a simple fear grow,

lurking in the doorway

bareheaded prowler of the night,

heart a ticking clock

raising a clamor

no mortal creature approaches,

mopping blood on paper tissue

red stain dropped scented a plenty,

he has strayed from his paradise

and i am to be his chalice,

teeth and lips taste my flesh,

memories blend and blur,

heart slows to a dull stutter,

revelations pause and pass,

i will go to earth

a blacken chrysalis

and raise my fear another day

 

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Comments
  1. rmp says:

    yikes! that was definitely an eerie piece. fun, but eerie.

  2. brian miller says:

    errr….well you got the feel of the evening right…nice and creepy with halloween flavor…i am to be his chalice….things do look much different at night. esp when you are alone and the veil is thin…

  3. Sabio Lantz says:

    Very dark for this Halloween!

  4. Pitiful … but a super read 🙂

  5. Catherine Johnson says:

    Awesome!

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