I walked across the white room
And a cold hard thing fell on my toes
One of those
A permanent toothy smile - but fell from where?
It was this skull
Not as white as the room
Not as sharp, rather dull
Off-white and odd
I still had no clue of where it came
I picked it up and looked it all over
The old head, empty and eerie
The skull stares, it really does!
Black hole eyes consumed my curiosity
Replaced it with fright
The skull had no other bones
I looked all over and couldn't find a body
So I dropped it like it was a hairy spider
Rolling a few feet away,
I swear,
It still stared at me.
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
I walked across the white room
And a cold hard thing fell on my toes
One of those
A permanent toothy smile - but fell from where?
It was this skull
Not as white as the room
Not as sharp, rather dull
Off-white and odd
I still had no clue of where it came
I picked it up and looked it all over
The old head, empty and eerie
The skull stares, it really does!
Black hole eyes consumed my curiosity
Replaced it with fright
The skull had no other bones
I looked all over and couldn't find a body
So I dropped it like it was a hairy spider
Rolling a few feet away,
I swear,
It still stared at me.
~it's about a single brush with death I had last summer~
