Theme: Terror

Noises

I hear the noises
the house makes
while I lie silent under my warm sheets
wet with my sweat,

at night
or day;

the house does not discriminate.

The cuckoo clock is reassuring,
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just a predictable regular sound of the pendulum,

only my heart races to catch up to it
when the house creaks
while I lay awake at night
or day;

the sounds do not discriminate.

We heard the story when we bought the house,
scoffed at the idea of floating dead people.
There were none;
only a dead girl
with a bloodied brother screaming for help frantically.
She died on the way to the hospital,
or so they said.

But I hear the noises all the same,
night and day;

my ears do not discriminate.

I wish they would stop. 

07-Mar-2010

More By  :  Anonymous

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