Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

Bloodcurdling

Bloodcurdling...
A scream splits through the dead of night,
sharp as glass, raw with pain,
choking, gasping, lost from sight.

Bloodcurdling...
Footsteps pound down hollow halls,
too fast, too near, too filled with dread,
yet silence lingers after all.

Bloodcurdling...
A door swings wide with aching groan,
a shadow lurches, jagged, wrong,
its breath is heat, its touch is bone.

Bloodcurdling...
The walls are slick, the floorboards creak,
something drips, slow and thick,
a crimson trail too fresh to speak.

Bloodcurdling...
A whisper hums against your ear,
too close, too soft, too full of glee--
You thought you'd run... but you're still here.

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Paige Hind May 26, 2025 at 9:31 PM This seems horrifying. This is so raw it made me feel so sorry. You have a way with making people feel. Alesia Leach May 31, 2025 at 4:13 PM Thank you, Paige. That means more than I can say. I hoped the fear would crawl off the page but hearing that it made you feel--that hits deeper than any scream. Sometimes the rawness tells its own story. I’m so grateful you sat with it.