Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
there are some folks living in my bathroom from the in-between world like a trailer park for toilet home bodies it is where some of the the dead living habitate gnomish broods who feed on the mist of mold and fecundating aberrations of **** and excrement where the difference between objects and souls blur sinks and toilets flapping opinionated vortexes of gloom brooding walls wave and warp like angry water and howling wind they are living creatures animated bodies electric crying mouths without breath fierce undulations animated denizens scowling rattling like bricka bracka used shaking chairs always steaming hysterical daring you to fight them sometimes between sleep and wake i enter their dimension unable to break free of my sleeping self held down paralytic like a narcoleptic slug inching its way through a puddle of warm oatmeal last night i found myself in the in-between world to discover some desperate hollow woman barricading the bathroom i pushed hard against the door and heard her sonorous groan as she collapsed into thin air i think i love her
0
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
***IN-BETWEEN WORLD
there are some folks living in my bathroom from the in-between world like a trailer park for toilet home bodies it is where some of the the dead living habitate gnomish broods who feed on the mist of mold and fecundating aberrations of **** and excrement where the difference between objects and souls blur sinks and toilets flapping opinionated vortexes of gloom brooding walls wave and warp like angry water and howling wind they are living creatures animated bodies electric crying mouths without breath fierce undulations animated denizens scowling rattling like bricka bracka used shaking chairs always steaming hysterical daring you to fight them sometimes between sleep and wake i enter their dimension unable to break free of my sleeping self held down paralytic like a narcoleptic slug inching its way through a puddle of warm oatmeal last night i found myself in the in-between world to discover some desperate hollow woman barricading the bathroom i pushed hard against the door and heard her sonorous groan as she collapsed into thin air i think i love her
zebrablack
Written by
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem