Red Mist
Day 3-8 inclusive of Chloe Rose Violet's Writing Prompts for October
A scream escapes, vanishing into the night,
Like the white flash of a startled dove
Catching the moonlight before it fades into blackness.
A scream escapes and it is my lips that are parted,
My tongue laid flat against the floor of my mouth,
Danger-red and dried like salted meat.
A scream escapes and my ear hears from far away,
Through water, through fluid, pooled in the auricle
Where the blood poured down my face.
A scream escapes,
Swallowed by the dark,
Hobbled by terror,
Drowned in blood,
Unheard. Except by you.
Stay with me, I beg,
Stay, STAY, please don’t go.
Please don’t stay. If you can, get away.
The demons escaped, I thought we’d be safe
But they came for us both in the night.
The demons escaped, and I’m sorry, I am,
For the lapse, for the knife in my hand.
The demons escaped when the red mist descended
Now this handle towards me is turned.
The demons escaped and I want you to know,
Its your fault I let down my guard.
A scream escapes, you fought back, you hurt me,
And it’s my face that’s slick with fresh blood.
But it’s your heart not beating, it’s your throat that’s bleeding.
A scream escapes, and its mine.
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By Hannah Moore9 months ago in Poets
Comments (15)
Wow, that was gripping. "Like the white flash of a startled dove" a brilliant line
love it! ❤️
Dark fact or fiction!!! Left a bloody heart!!!💕❤️❤️
Wow! This is incredibly emotive. I really enjoyed the horror aspect. It 'took me there' and swept me up in its chaos.
Oh this was good, like your description of your tongue 😁
What a twisty, haunting piece. I love the voice of the unreliable narrator, the feel of betrayal and danger that is interwoven with a delicate type of sadness. Like the teardrop is actually a weaponized shard of vein-cutting glass - that's what this is, and it's really excellent.
Omgggg I loved how dark this was! And you so effortlessly combined a few prompts together for this poem! Exciting work!
Terrifying! Hannah, this is brilliant!
Wow. Brutal intense terror with harmonic overtones of a panting survival. Beautiful/horrifying poetry. 😎
Horrifyingly appropriate. Intense and chilling. Deranged! All of It equals success! Great poem for the season!
That was intense imagery working to a crazy wind-up. I especially like what these lines did in the beginning: "My tongue laid flat against the floor of my mouth, Danger-red and dried like salted meat" Great word choice and unhinged psychology here, happy Halloween!
Brutality mixed with beauty. Hard to do but you succeeded.
Blimey. That was brutal. Great poem. Dark, dark, dark.
This is so powerful, Hannah! And the 'red mist' is so true and brilliantly used here. I love it 💕😊
This was intense! 'Stay, STAY, please don’t go. Please don’t stay. If you can, get away.' - my favourite lines here. Great poem!