Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win~ Stephen King.
Although, the most common perspective on Haunted House would have been about some Poltergeist haunting it. But I feel the real horror lies behind those closes doors, the ones that conceal those screams of little kids. As they are a hub for child-trafficking.
Often encompassed with pain and cries Where purity has to relinquish somnolent rights An abode of macabre happenings Luring the forlorn souls for centuries
Betwixt a quintessential secluded land Fancied by those holding secrets in hand And then during one stormy night The Devil gets ready to take plight
Haunts those innocent voices That are too young to have any vices Stripping off their identity with coercion Their pristine dreams are a prey for arson
Clutching those bare bodies, they do Heinous acts that are ominous hitherto Bringing shame to Witches, Ghosts, Zombies, Spooky Dolls and Vampire Ensnaring it all under that intimidating empire
Is real Horror the one that the folklores hold Or is it selling our Humanity, for Hell to behold
I'm Evistinia Mak'Mahabet . Thrilling anecdotes and the grandma stories are what, evident my childhood's purlieu. Ostrich head, a broomstick always lived in the drawers of my closet. I was 15, when was skin-raped by my class fellows. In the contrary, was engaged to a man to whom beauty meant every ounce of gold. He loved a model like colleen, left me beheaded. So what describes a girl like me in this society? Mockery or myths. Named as witch blotted with superstition. People used to halt the steps of their daughters, visioned me as a catastrophic disgusting being. Introvert I became, confidence shattered. Holocausts, phantoms and darkness what gave me peace. Depression my only crony. Till, I started to feel strong with this word 'witch' . I'm proud to be a witch , to be able to scare those homosapiens who don't have hearts to beat, I ate them, all Blue.
Pot-au-feu broiled into grubby eigengrau effluvium of waspishness with fulminated brains, teleported trepidated train of cadavers
M Mushrooms- A Mawkishness- C Maggots- A Mummified- B Matelots- R Mankind- E Mannequin-
Ain't They spine-tingling?
I abrade skulls as lovelorn pesticides masticate my flesh One-foot-One Incarnated. Bewitched. From the witches of Eastwick to be caged in jack-o'-lantern imbroglio, mind with a balustraded parapet Cards. Blood. Shade. Guffaws.
My countenance is cleaved My lèvres are disconsolated My palms holds knack to break necks My plates of meat are contrariwise, lesioned My orbs dwell in catacombs My shoulders, home to cobwebs My tresses are smoky– vantablack My body cladded with splotches and laments
Who sculptured me with tarmacked sepulchre Weren't they homosapiens poking mullock at me
Condemned with magic Blessed with fire. Tapered caterwauls. I'm a witch . Hazel or in ebullition. Who I'm expounds you!
Crawling centipedes in chilling coffin with cobwebs covering a cadaver nailed as a nightmare in terrifying twilights of Transylvania suffuses with a shiver in spines, when restrained revenant rises with a stink of suppression.
Wrapped in a stitched sable shroud on a skin speared with syringes of scoffs since my innocent infancy to aweful adolescence then to yelling youth, I impelled to imbibe my tears staining my spots sanguine.
I seasoned to sip blood over my breathing birthdays fostering my fervours to infix fiendish fangs blandly in cynical subclavian of moribund mortals to quench my centennial crave for calmness.
I bosom blemish on my bloated fizzog blanketed in cauldron of bats negating the feeble folklores fused by false facades by strolling on consecrated circles chewing garlics sitting in shrines structured with speculums after seeing the lustrous leeches cloaked in chiffon capes of courtesy.
POV: a ghost that still haunts Hold me again from the bottom this time I’ll help you to migrate your transient heart from one to another, like trading residential device. Sitting upon the time, I have paused for you, I have a surprise to offer you but,I won’t hint you this time.
I’d let you know the way I undress emotions, with tears upon cheeks of sky feel of demise from the half-midnight lastly; letting poetry happen observing suicidal sunset in your eyes.
the way you chewed lies, bidding farewell to wise pledge and loyal swear of my life; you then seemed like a cutback of my relaxed days, peak of bullets and everlasting disgrace, i had worn every season every time.
I didn’t know if I had to, clip sunflowers over my skin to assure the sunshine within me, roses to record the rank of my love, sky to measure the perimeter of my beauty and water to show the transparency in my spirit.
//some say, of how two hearts are meant to fall and the sky is the author of their destiny. will it be fine if i say that ours' was written over the clouds that were meant to fade? or was it my heart that was meant to break, right after i fall?
silence that exists in the corners of my room and a void that stays betwixt the fake, honeyed words spreading like a smog like a full moon's governance that has a hold on this town. my already existing existence slowly starts to dry with dripping sweat of mine feeble sounds of my aching soul seems to leave me alone with the evils of my head. with the consciousness that fades while this head starts to ache, here i stand like an answer without the question or like a misconception, truly yours' but with exception.
eyes with genuinity and love with innocence were never enough for you, nor for your presence.
all your promises for reasons to stay wilted with the rose that you left, yet the thorns pierced deep in me, deep enough to kill me, and they actually did, did killed me.//
-The blinking lights, were the indication of the beginning of your rough nights; the broken vase was exactly the period of your life from now, you may get drop any moment down from anywhere and I’ll cheers some beer with futile soil, celebrating each day of yours from now as a life imprisonment with pain, just pain. .
Lines between // belongs to me the other lines written by @squared