Crooked Clown
By felicity0444
I feel the door against my back...locked.
Desperation seeps from my pores.
Staring into his black eyes, unable to break the
connection.
I see Hell in those eyes, evil without meaning
or conscience.
As I hear the blood dripping from his axe,
my world closes in on me.
His crooked smile paralyzes me
as he steps closer...
I close my eyes
Stomach twisting in on itself
Something touches my flushed cheek.
Jagged and unyielding
Snagging bits of skin along the way.
Warm and slippery
the side brushes my neck.
An all too familiar smell
Penetrates my senses
Metallic and smooth.
Breath on my lips,
The stench of death.
I hear him laugh
Dark and deep
My palms wet with sweat
Won’t move from my sides
I quiver
As the axe settles in
To the flesh of my jaw
I feel as my tongue
touches the roof of my mouth.
I thank him.
The pain I deserve is coming now
As my life’s blood
Seeps into my mouth
And the bitter cold metal
Tears through my palate
Euphoria..........Darkness
Author's Note:
Extended VersionComments on "Crooked Clown"
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On Sunday, May 15, 2016, Selenophile
(22) wrote:
Truly dark. Beautifully articulated.
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On Tuesday, September 3, 2019, felicity0444
(61) wrote:
Thank you!
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A former member wrote:
I really loved how descriptive
This was dark and scary really awesome
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A former member wrote:
Dark poetry indeed! You started off well but I get the sense that the poem is incomplete. You built suspense and got to the climax but left your audience waiting for a conclusion. Overall its solid work!
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On Tuesday, February 23, 2016, felicity0444
(61) wrote:
Appreciate the input!! Take a look at the edited extended version.
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A former member wrote:
This is a lot better! You completed it without taking out the suspense. This in nice work!
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A former member wrote:
I can agree, you did very well.