This Macabre Monday I’m sharing a Horror poem, which I accidentaly(!) wrote for poetry prompt, theme:drip. It came out more macabre than I expected…🤷♀️
Drip
I am the tiny
Drop of blood
Sliding down your wrist.
I am the hungry drool,
The leftovers
Of a kiss.
I am the monster’s hiss,
That woke you
From sweet
slumber’s bliss.
A moan slips
From your open lips.
The blood drips
From your
Clutched fists.
You try to stop me
From returning
To abyss.
I am the monster
You’ll always miss.
Also I just want to brag shamelessly share my romantic horror story Bruyeres from the Wicked Writing competition.
Bruyeres
1:13 PM
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Apr 1