Friends! How are ya? Well, here's a poem I just wrote up about an hour ago and decided to share it with you. Enjoy.
The Dark
Are you afraid of the dark?
You should be...
Things that gibber in the night under your bed
what devilish things under our beds
Things that smack liver colored lips in
The Dark
In the Darkness of our closests
Our minds
They unravel to the knowledge
Are we blind to the signs?
I wonder...
Think about the dark
Think hard about what lurks beyond the foot of
your bed
It is not all in your head...
Careful of the slumping beast in the corner
It is not a bundle of blankets
Can you not see the eyes?
They glare yellow from the shadows...
In The Dark...
So, be afraid
be wary,
bite your lower lip
to quell its trembling...
Be afriad of The Dark....
The Horror Overview
- Lucas Pederson
- Lucas Pederson is an author of novels and short stories of a darker nature. He lives in Iowa with his family and pretty sure their cat is an alien.
2 comments:
Your poem was great. You need to submit it to some magazines. It'd be great for Halloween coming up and horror in general.
You wake in the dark to a noise.
A soft shuffle, like obscene feet draggin on carpet. And it's outside your door.
Your heartbeat speeds. Your mouth dries. Who's coming? Who's coming?
The door opens, scritching back on hinges that need oiling. A shadow bulks in the faint glow from the hallway. Your mouth opens to scream...
And your mother says: "Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
You sigh out in relief, and of course you tell your mother you love her.
Then the door shuts, the feet shuffle off. And you are left to wonder. How big are the bedbugs? And do they have wings like momma?
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