The Locksmith’s Revenge He worked in silence, keys spread like knives across the table. Each lock he touched remembered his touch, betrayed its weakness.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Be Prepared, Always Take a Taxi The night stretches wide, the streets gleam with caution. Feet weary, laughter fading into the distant hum.
After Midnight, The Kitchen The kettle clicked itself off twice, Steam thinning against the tiles. A spoon lay where I left it,
Lost Cat. Please call if seen! He only has one eye and it is green. The whiskers on the right curl up, He lost some teeth, and makes a smirky mug
By Salomé Saffiriabout a month ago in Poets
The Trees That Wait for Names They do not sway in wind, Nor rustle unless instructed. Branches stretch deliberately toward me,
The Walls Remember Everything I leaned against plaster once, Felt it pulse beneath my fingers. Nothing cracked, nothing fell,
I Forbid You To Leave Me The room tightened when you said nothing, As if silence had weight and intent. Walls leaned closer to listen,
The Fog That Does Not Leave Some fog is seasonal, harmless, This one stays even in sun. It moves independently of wind, Like it carries intention.
Do Not Answer The Door The knock arrived without sound, Yet every object heard it. Cups trembled where they stood, Dust lifted like breath.
Could You Hold Me One More Time Before You Go Could you hold me one more time before you go, not to promise anything, not to lie again.
Poison Arrows, Death Is Near Poison arrows, death is near, you can feel it in the air. Not a scream, not a warning, just a tightening around the heart.
I Counted To Ten And You Had Gone, The Runaway Man I counted to ten and you had gone, like it was planned, like you rehearsed it.
