I know, dear readers, I am having an existential crisis about the novel I have been sharing here. It might need reworked from the ground up. In the meantime, I offer you these small tokens of appreciation to amuse you. Thank goodness for poetry writing prompts and the inspiration of spooky season.
Haunted House
This house haunts me
Quakes and grows
It worships, vaunts me
But no one knows
How its walls
Squeeze my heart
How its calls
Tear me apart
I seek it and only find
Tarnished memories, left behind
So how can a house haunt still
When it has no walls to fill?
Housed Haunt
Give me walls, well-remembered
Familiar hearth, warm embers
For no body clothes this soul
Years unrestrained, terrible toll
But I’d pay it to watch still
Though some say it will
Haunt me even as I haunt these halls
And keep me locked within these walls
Yet at home I will ever be
As long as none vanquish me
Back to Snack
Red drops
Heart pops
Sweet treat
Slow feet
Love this
Vamp kiss
My snack
Fights back
But I
Deny
Release
Fights cease
Accept
Inept
Human
I can
Snack now
See how
