"creeeak" poems
I hold my breath in darkness
Crack
Tick. Tick. Tick.
And let it go.
He must have come a long way
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Click.
He must have sensed
The only warmth laid out for him
Creeeak
Tick... Tick...
Acrid loss hangs low in the air
Damp claws ***** my toes
Inhale
And he drinks
Come to redeem blood lost
Silence
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Creeeak
Click.
My foot runs over the aging scabs
Exhale
I sink back into slumber
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Stop, the
creak, creak
Listen, to the
creak, creak
Of the silent home, going
creak, creak
Not everything is as it seems,
Hear your steps going
creak, creak
But you're not moving,
creak, creak
What is it?
creak, creak
Anyone there?
creak, creak
You'd expect the
creak, creak
To answer?
creak, creak
Nobody there,
creak, creak
It's an old home,
creak, creak
No it's not
creak, creak
I'm
creak
Going
creak
To
creak
**** you
creeeak, creeeak
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
Down the stairs, to the left. Creeeak... Step... Step...
His door closed, I creep up... Click!... Creeak... Unlocked;
Closed door, lights dim, dark red with lust;
Hours late, he plays me such as he does his violin.
Bodies tight, musk, and my perfume.
Start off slow, savor the taste, his mouth on mine, non to waste.
Sweat and kisses, bites my neck; Slides in, and plays his deck.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:16 PM UTC