Music On Repeat

her ghost of twenty two years 

buried in the brick 

the walls creak

heavy

the floor can smell

the fresh air 

on its way 

through the window 

someone is going to open the window soon. 

paper cuts

unloved books 

meaningless f***s 

air out the nightmares 

don’t forget 

or they’ll haunt you too.

music on repeat 

music on repeat 

she won’t see you again

but she’ll kiss you goodnight 

and a piece of her heart 

remains hidden in the wardrobe 

the spiders have 

packed their bags 

the cobwebs will 

disappear

from the corners 

of the ceiling 

someone is going to dust those cobwebs away soon 

music on repeat.

Reviews

[elvenom]

The haunthing scenery here is quite outstanding. Such adorable creepiness. Thanks for sharing this piece.

[Kirsty Woodward]

We like our creepiness. Thank you thank you.

[Christopher Patrick]

This is the first just poem I've read in this Cafe – It's a good start. I liked particularly the way the poem flowed. The lines in which I would judge as the best [In my opinon} are :
the spiders have
packed their bags
the cobwebs will
disappear

[Kirsty Woodward]

Thanks Christopher Patrick. Keep on reading. There's much to be discovered throughout this site.

[Reclaimed]

Ha... whenever I read the repeated line 'music on repeat' I kept thinking of the Lion King and "The Circle of Life" song. Simba was a stupid moron of a lion cub; Timon and Pumbaa may have been unregistered sex offenders.

Good writing here though. "paper cuts....." that stanza in particular was terrific.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Haha! Interesting comment. I like it.