Under the bed.

Under the bed.

A Poem by Tristan Noir
"

not all wants can be granted in reality.<>

"
there's a head under the bed 
i can hear somebody's claws
on the floor twitching

grinding teeth, just next door
slow excitement
somebody screamed
my hands trembling
my face rid of colour

knives on the metal floor scattered
a man opened the bolted door
"Will you please finish up?"
pulls a bruised, pale corpse
from under the bed.

"Make it fast, your mother is coming home soon"

Reflection of guilt in the mirror
I'm sorry Father, please forgive me

© 2010 Tristan Noir


Author's Note

Tristan Noir
it's randomly made just now.

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There was such a vivid, dark feel that brought on a fear of the present and a deeper tone of the past as well. Brilliantly done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I thought this was dark and nightmarish. I love it. :D

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tristan Noir
Tristan Noir

MACAU, MACAU, Macao S.A.R.



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