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Poetry

I wrote these at like 11:00 at night so they might not be super edited. I will try to update 2 a week.

Beware the Noise

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by iChokedOnMyVirginity

by iChokedOnMyVirginity

Ok so slight warning this might be triggering to some audiences and is covering a sensitive topic.

I live in a world where all is quiet.
Oh so quiet,.

I hate it.
I hate the silence it makes me want to scream.

But I can't, I know my place.
I won't for the sake of my own.

I hide below the stairs careful where step.
I hear the shuffelling in the kitchen, I hear it upstairs.
I am frightened.
Oh dear, I am frightened.

I hear steps getting closer to where I hide myself.
I hear the creaking of the door as it opens revealing the corpse.

See the corpse belonged to my mother.

They shriek in fear.
That gives them away.

I step forward, excited for new friends to play.
I will enjoy them for as long as I can.

I slit their larynx and gut them to stuff them.
My new friends look better than before.
I place them with my other collections, dating back to 1824.

My name is 'The Silent Killer'.
I really hate the noise.
I have to silence my friends so we can play with our toys.
Written By: Ysabela Z.