The HouseA Poem by Nix is typing...A poem by Nix and Ts about a house on a delivery driver's routeThe dead children floated within the iron-wrought bars No tombstones Just a graveyard of old cigars Under overcast skies, With flies and lies and tries to get rid of the dread the crows cried about the dead kids Possessing the tombs Boxes with tightly closed lids The house was decrepit Its owner gnarled and vicious Always peeking out the window Always looking suspicious With malicious intentions Their yard filled with clutter from different dimensions Some creepy convention I had apprehensions of going inside The dead floating children watched I opened the creaky, groaning latch Hoping fate didn’t bait me here My stomach churned as I felt a spirit go through me I saw a banshee in a dream Hope it didn’t mean anything I heard its scream… I stepped warily to the door of the house And rapped Once, Twice, Again Then when the door opened A woman answered I feigned a smile and transferred The food to be delivered When our hands touched I shivered As I was delivered a thousand unsettled souls But I completed my goals And I knew the creepy couple in the house Were s****y tippers! Picture taken by Jeffred Elmtree © 2021 Nix is typing...Author's Note
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7 Reviews Added on March 22, 2021 Last Updated on March 25, 2021 AuthorNix is typing...Athens, GAAboutUh, what can I say? Hi! I'm Phoenix (Nix) 🔥 Most of my poems are in my books :) except for Phoenix Parker, that's a book I wrote last year. Most of my writing is poetry, I'm always o.. more..Writing
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