An attempt to write a Dark/Horror poem
|Clang! Something fell out
I turned at the Sound;
Screech! It was dragged through
He picked it up and washed it,
Very carefully and methodically,
Thoroughly with his own hand.
He quickly put it back though,
Afraid to waste even a wisp of time;
Fixed it tighter with the screws
The pipes that were feeding,
The babe hanging out of my stomach.