Saturday, 1 November 2014

Halloween

An image lurking in the dark,
Under your bed,
Or by the window,
With the voice of intense silence,
And eyes deepened with red,
the red of blood,
Also dripping from the nails,
And of course,
The glistening drop of crimson,
On the corner of her lip,
She is stuck in between,
After the end and
before the beginning.

1 comment:

Vinay Leo R. said...

not a poem to be read at 1am. a very vivid image that's creepy. well written. :)