Get Your Premium Membership

Teke Teke A Japanese Myth

It still hurts from the cutting train And I can’t find my bleeding legs I hate this unbearable pain So I pass it on to my “friends” My blood seeps out with cold hatred As I draw out my crimson scythe Their slow, brutal deaths awaited In the same way I lost my life My victim’s eyes grow wide in fear When I swing my starving weapon He bleeds a single unseen tear The cloth on his stomach reddens Half his body slumps to the ground And my next victim has been found

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.