ON A SHELF

Source:stone-pig

Who sits on my shelf,

watching me?

Who casts shadows

along my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see who it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

Glowing red eyes turn.

They burn a hole through me.

My questions are answered.

THE END

gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to leave your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have subsided.

Your foot hits the floor.

It’s not over.

THE END

THE SHADOW

(Source: melisica)

Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

THE DEAD GAME

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NEVER SLEEP

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They roam into your bedrooms

and your nightmares.

They haunt the hotel,

where the wealthy play.

They take from the best

to assuage their needs.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They hide in their mansions

from the Oasis sunshine.

Dark shadows roam

the streets of our town.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

THE DEAD GAME

RED EYES

Source:stone-pig

Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hot hole

right through me.

WHO SITS THERE?

 (Source: stone-pig)

Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hole

through my heart.

A BEDROOM OF FLOWERS

(Source: travel-story)

A BEDROOM

Cover me with blankets of flowers.

Shelter me with petals of pink.

Sheets of softest green.

A canopy of leaves.

A bedroom of luxury.

None can compare.

(Source: travel-story)

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Daniel Merriam

I open my eyes.

I see circus men.

Why are they in my bedroom?

Soft laughter fills the room.

Clowns are waving knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They’re coming closer.

The laughter is getting louder.

I close my eyes.

All is quiet.

My eyes open.

The room is dark.

And empty.

I glance over at my chair.

A red balloon is tied to it.

Floating in the air.

Oh no.

THE END

blackoutraven:

gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe
to step out from your bedroom.
When the howling and chanting
have finally subsided.
When all is quiet.
You put your foot down,
and then you realize that
all is not over.
THE END