Beneath The Rock

A poem about murder and death.

Beneath The Rock

Rests a village of rot

And decay that eternally

Hangs, permeating the stale air.

 

The insects weave and bob below

At night they crawl out from

Down under and glow,

As the full moon’s movement is slow.

 

People pass by and turn their nose

From the stench below.

 

Little do they know that’s

The shallow grave

Where a naked young girl’s

Bones grow cold and green

With mold.

 

She was raped and strangled

By a homeless man,

Joe from Hamlet’s Cove.

 

Each night he drinks

A cheap bottle of Merlot,

Waiting for his

Wretched story to be told.

 

Reviews

[Hellslastwarrior]

Let me just say exelent imagery the way you told this story in so little words really worked and im glad you put it in this contest :)
It shows how it is in human nature to judge those that are below us and those that live under the rocks we tread. very insightful and intelligent words, keep it up.
Ted

[nono]

Oh how I love this so beautiful and a well painted picture! You are a fantastic author keep it up!

[Bunnycorn]

It was very good :)

[Miss Coral]

Interesting piece.. I really liked the imagery, and the story was well told. I think that this could even be extended a bit, as the story developed quite suddenly from the visuals. Great word choice.

Nice piece. c:

[Steve]

This is good. Very well put together. So sad though....

[Dom]

Wow this was awesome. The detail and imagery were brilliant. Great job! :D

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Nice detailing. The tone you used was awesome. Really good read!

[zogzog]

i really like how you wrote this....good work

[Robin]

this poem rings dark bells within the psyche , tales from the street are darker than most realize , lucky them ...

[Dream Weaver]

The flow was dead on, the imagery
was tight and revealing. Overall
a very good write...