Sunday, 1 January 2023

Burnt visions

 


She appeared,

as if someone had just flicked on a light,

pressed a switch and there she was.

Directly in sight.

Frightful features,

rotten skin,

boils and puss oozing.

Maggots feasting on her sightless face

where her eyes once sat in place.

And then she was gone.

 

Only there for a second,

but that image burned into my mind.

The wretched vision now stuck firmly behind

my eyelids, my dreams, 

in my memories

and all the moments between.

What was seen can never be unseen.

Can never be washed clean.

The screams that echoed from her torn ripped throat,

can never be unheard, the gurgles that erupted into a choke.

Can never be unremembered.

 

As if she has a watch, she turns up

exactly at 3 on the dot,

As the clock chimes,

I hear her echoing wailing cries

and there she stands again.

Crooked neck, broken bones

pitiful moans, turn to dismal groans.

Her rasping voice sometimes croaks through,

just a word or two.

Then just as quickly she fades out of view.

 

Her words I write some nights,

when the fright has a tight grip on my heart

and I fear if I close my eyes

it will stop and never again restart.

Her words.

over many weeks I've managed to collect.

 

Help me. It was him.

The man that gave me lodgings.

3am, he entered my room,

his whisky-soaked voice boomed

and over me he loomed.

Wrapped a rope

around my throat.

pushed me from the top step,

my neck broke.

and now I can't leave.

Please help me.

I can't breathe.

I can't leave.

 

 

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Kyle

 

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