Only logged in members can reply and interact with the post.
Join SimilarWorlds for FREE »

I Write Poetry

[center]I killed dad in my dreams.

Made the skeletons in my closet into a Southern bone stew.
A corpse in the shadows,
a dozen roses -
six feet under the ground.

I'd wear a wedding dress
at a funeral,
and shower the coffin
with the petals of my bouquet.

And still,
a smudged thumb print,
a rare arch on vengeful fingertips.

The villain's signature "ha ha",

because it's just that funny.

For satisfaction,
and overdue apologies.
Without remorse,
or second thoughts.

Then I told myself -
condolences.

[i]Condolences.

Condolences.

Condolences.[/i][/center]
You sound so much like him.
Thursday · 22-25, F
@BlastEndedSkrewt Like whom?

 
Post Comment