Seams
They hauled her away,
blood dripping from her fingertips.
It patterned the linoleum,
blood from Jennifer’s body.
They were all safe now,
the demon was gone, the murders were over.
How wrong they were.
There was more than one demon in Devil’s Kettle,
a cauldron,
a seam in reality,
fantastical evil has fused with reality.
Night is the easiest time to crossover.
When hairs stand erect,
when you shiver for no reason,
when it you notice that there isn’t
one
single
soul
in sight.
That’s when I strike.
I am not like Jennifer, I don’t need the sex.
It’s fear, and the realization.
The realization that it is all over, the bell is tolling,
and it’s for you.
The small town, soon to be, ghost town.
Who can live here with so much evil?
What will I do then?
Good seams are impossible to find,
is the bell tolling…for me?
Ian-
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. I really love your descriptive vocabulary; the words that you use really add to the overall tone of the piece. Sort of dreary and dark but with a "fantastical" quality. The beginning was lovely, the imagery of her blood dripping onto the linoleum sets the piece up really well. The way the idea of seams are drawn throughout is really good - the line "good seams are impossible to find" i think ties the whole thing together. It takes the poem to a deeper level, showing that not just this girl or Jennifer can be "evil", but everyone can be. Seams can be used to hide the fake and the ugly. I also really liked the metaphor/imagery of the tolling bell. Very daunting, and it adds to the poem a lot. Wonderful job; you have a very distinct, very lovely writing style. You know how to use words and imagery to your advantage to create a poignant piece.
xx Arielle