My Friend, The Fiend

Ring around a posy

ashes, ashes, they all are dead.

.

Laughter

I want to kill.

Bully

I want to kill you.

Tickle

And I am laughing

but my eyes, they

tell my story of sweat and fire.

Uncle John is in the backyard.

Tamara is in the graveyard.

my Mother's in the hamper,

glitch ing like a bitch.

WHEN I SCREAM STOP youneedtostop

withyourmovinghandsonmyfeetandmybellyandmysidecausingmyinsidestoburstwith

amixofadrenalinetearsandfuryallthewhileIscreamwaitingforthisnightmaretobeoveruntilIcan

notwaitamomentlongerandifindthepressurepointonherthroat

and.

Who's laughing now?

Comments

8 years ago

From one friend to another... I believe you ought to keep writing, written word cannot be more naturally expressive as you have done with this piece