the red tenement
a poem
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 9 months ago • Updated 9 months ago • 1 min read
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the devil left no forwarding address
just a wake of broken promises
and a strong stench of shame
.
I stood outside the red bricked house
my face washed in hot morose
as I remembered every nightmare
.
every trial I was put through
every limit I was pushed to
the sound of my sanity snapping
.
the devil left no forwarding address
just a wake of broken promises
and laughter that I came
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Comments (5)
Ooh this is so chilling and mysterious. It gives off vibes of like a specific type of movie but I can't explain it. I really enjoyed it and loved the title too!!
The sound of my sanity snapping. I loved that line so much! This poem is like a prequel to a villain origin story. Monsters aren't born, they are made. But yes, I know that we shouldn't become a monster just because we've been treated badly. Your poem was very melancholic and poignant!
Something about this is super chilling! Like the devil is a stalker!
Very engaging 😁
Great poem! Also, I know where the devil lives if you want his address! It’s 666 Hellbrook Rd, Gumshoon, Missouri!