The jumbled jigsaw puzzles felt more interesting than your dark stares.
The dimly lit corridor seemed even more mysterious with you waiting there against my locker.
Your greasy smile and wrinkled face reminded me of my monsters under my lavish bed.
Cutting an apple seemed more interesting than your dark humour.
Your smoky breath and the stench of blood from your worn out clothes reminds me of my death.
The bathroom tiles seemed to have your handprints on them, like a predator.
A dirty garbage bag with foul smell seemed more interesting than your vile hands.
Your hands waiting to capture me in a soundless session of torture.
Every second reminding me that I can't hide, I can't when you are smiling like that, with your lips turned upwards in a haunting smile showing off your yellow teeth.
The prickling feeling of a spider seemed more interesting than your awful stories.
Someone always seemed to die in your stories, the most painful death of their life, I guess?
A motionless mannequin seemed more interesting than your bald scalp.
A deep cut forming on your scalp reminds I will soon be a victim too.
Only this time I won't live long.
-K⚓️rusha
A/ N: it's been so long since I last published a poem. So here's finally a poem. Exams are giving me a hard time so I guess I won't publish for more 20 days. Pls, bear with me. And let's celebrate because I have 642 reads and trust me this means a lot to me. So pls give your feedback guys. Thank you and love each and every one of you.
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
