Saturday, 14 May 2011

Pimento Smile.


















Pimento Smile.


Jigsaw, jigsaw under my bed
Rattling in boxes, fills me with dread
Jigsaw, jigsaw crying my name
“Piece me together, let’s play a game.”

Jigsaw, jigsaw hand reaches up
Scratches my leg, grabs at my foot.
I snap you together, corner to edge
Point at my parents, “Let’s make ‘em dead.”

Jigsaw, jigsaw capture your grin
Picture box monster, 100 piece sin
Jigsaw, jigsaw the final tile
Slices my throat. The pimento smile.










Originally posted on Lily Childs Feardom

5 comments:

  1. Thanks so much Icy. Not really sure about horror in poetic form but it sort came to me in one go so wrote it down.

    I may develop the character in a short story.

    Thanks, Tony.

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  2. I love this poem. I was going to say chilling but Icy beat me to it, so I'll just say this: it reminds me of Nightmare on Elm Street. Just because it gives me this feeling like someone is watching, like in every frigging horror movie. And to think a jigsaw may be doing the watching is worse. And... you just took my sleep. Thanks. :P

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  3. I guess the greatest compliment a horror writer can receive is being told their words disturbed the reader's sleep. So thank you Lyn.

    Really happy you enjoyed it and the nod toward Elm Street is fantastic.

    Cheers, Tony.

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  4. Great poem! Hope to read your short story, if you decide to write it.

    Also just started following you via blogger\google.

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