She has acquired a taste for knives
a palate that feasted on the pain she brought
upon herself.
Melt away when darkness calls,
answer the door or he will enter,
smash it down.
She had grown accustomed to the moonlight
and longed to bathe in lunar seas, till the paleness
came back to her skin.
Let the wrong one in,
he can become a guest in the house that you built
out of sticks and stones.
She had longed to step out of the shadows,
for silent nights whisper and crawl
upon the hairs of her flesh.
Lay him down upon a bed of nails,
blame him when he screams for he wanted
to break in.
She had known of ghosts for too long,
of things that spoke to her mind and made her long
to rip herself out of her skin.
It was only a matter of time till she purged
on the words
he had written in stone.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
