I throw the door open, stepping in with the ease of a sane man
"Honey, I'm home!"
I receive no warm welcome
I simply fall into the embrace of the homes aroma
"Come on now, where's the love?"
Their eyes roll
As do their heads
Their limbs
Their bodies
They fall
They burn
The flames sing, giving them the warm welcome I had not received.
YOU ARE READING
Blind-Eyed Fool
PuisiRead with caution I guess. This is a jumble of poems that are usually kinda dark?? Idk. If you don't like descriptive gore type stuff then this probably ain't for you
