Apr 2016
Look under the bed
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.
But don't touch the floor.
Many tears to shed
But don't go knocking at the door.
The title is just a name I thought up of. It's not from a film, book or anything at all.
Bit of a backstory with this poem; I was up late at night doing homework but my mind kept on drifting. I was remembering a horror story about a serial pet killer on the loose and a little girl, home alone with the family dog under her bed. Hiding under the blanket, she would put her arm down and let the dog lick her hand...
Bit of a backstory with this poem; I was up late at night doing homework but my mind kept on drifting. I was remembering a horror story about a serial pet killer on the loose and a little girl, home alone with the family dog under her bed. Hiding under the blanket, she would put her arm down and let the dog lick her hand...
