The Change In Me

At dusk shall hatch the seed
They creep from cracks to sever, mutilate and shred
And they breed

Then feed - insane
Their banquet lies within my head
Warm brain

Mind - ill
But not yet dead
Kill

At dusk shall hatch the seed
Their banquet lies within my head
Kill

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Karen Jones

September 23, 2023 at 2:00 PM

Cranial and spooky. Fun for Halloween!

Terry Flood

September 23, 2023 at 3:22 PM

Thanks, Karen. I’d bet when Halloween draws near, my pen will be struck dumb.

Linda Alice Fowler

September 23, 2023 at 6:40 AM

Dark read Terry - rather psychotic inside that head! Love it! :)

Linda Alice Fowler

September 24, 2023 at 9:14 AM

I'm not fond of a lot of rules either Terry. I just want to write (hopefully good) poetry that appeals to at least a few. :) This poem of yours, however, turned out great! Love your belligerent streak! :)

Terry Flood

September 23, 2023 at 3:26 PM

Took a while, Lin. I kept discovering yet another rule I hadn’t adhered to. Normally, with too many rules I decide the contest isn’t worth the effort, but I stuck with this one out of sheer belligerence. Terry

Jerry Brotherton

September 21, 2023 at 7:01 PM

It would starve to death inside my head for it will find no trace of brain matter there. Such a creative description of this zombieesque creature. Good luck in the contest my friend.

Terry Flood

September 23, 2023 at 3:32 PM

Thanks, Jerry. Not a form I would normally indulge, but I gave it a go and this was it… after a thousand (?) rewrites.