tame wigeon
My first attempt at a horror poem!
Please let me know what you think! ❤️
The room breathes,
in near-blackness,
The only light puncturing through
is the sickly yellow hues
of the tall lamp,
resting against the far wall—
Its base broken,
Just like the TV.
The walls are cracked and old,
Damp.
Half-dressed in a tearing floral wallpaper
That has seen better days.
Small patches of mold
and vermin hide
in cracks and rips.
That scurry about, taking solace in the moist-
Darkness.
The couch, ripped like the wall,
broken like the lamp,
Harbors a man, resting,
Clad in dirty clothes
That haven't seen soap in years,
And neither has his body.
He scratches
on the walls
mad writings.
Communes
with the vermin,
Eats them
When he's hungry.
2:02 am.
Across the room,
A click.
The television,
Is on.
The man awakes
to a low,
grating hum
of static.
He blinks, shifting crust
from his sunken eyes
as he looks
into the meaningless
black-white snow
of the screen.
It says his name.
uneven plover