Welcome to your nightmare.

A reconstruction poem for creative writing.

Home sweet home, so the welcome mat says

But one rug cannot change the air of this place

Not the warm breeze of Spring

Or playful nip of Winter

Can wipe away the smell of atrocities

That lead right down to the very foundation

From the moment you cross the rotted threshold 

Panic seeps into your chilled skin

The vast empty house seems to whisper

An eerie static that overpowers everything

The loudest music couldn’t drown it out

But might lead you to drown yourself

Frogs croak their song from the backyard

They sense the storms that are coming

You stand transfixed at the window

Desperately holding yourself together

While the skeletons in the basement fall apart

Envying the breath you can’t seem to let out

Fresh rain falls on dead flowers outside

And down through the cracked roof

To land squarely on the top of your head

As freezing as the tight grip on your frantic heart 

The water releases the moldy stench once more

Dooming you to be embalmed in this nightmare forever 

Author's Note

I was definitely channeling American Horror Story.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The powerful description create some good visions. I like the dark places you took me in this poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Wolfwind]

Ooo.. Can't do much better that a wonderful flow of nightmarish ink. I loved how this piece just turned into quick sand and took our souls away as it plunged smoothly through to the last line. Your description and tempo was fantastic, making it for a wonderful experience to read. Great Ink!

Aaron

[Another Relic]

Scary, and told with a style that deserves the tag of horror. You've got a great imagination, well done.

[tekphobik]

Very horror-movieish and surreal, but visual. With a little stretching one can apply this to an alternate vision of reality, or a full blown reality of its own. I like the way you let my mind play with this one.

[WhiteWillow]

This is great! your descriptions are so vivid, I felt as if I was there, "a tight grip on my heart" for sure! Wonderful write.

[The Winter Grey]

...how unoriginal would it be to say I'm blown away?

Screw it, I am.

The wording is pitch-perfect... you're didn't just describe a scene, you created a world that is tense, smothering, utterly terrifying. The imagery is subtle enough that the horror can be anything, manifesting itself as the victim's greatest fear... a seemingly impossible task, and you pulled it off effortlessly. Outstanding.