SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Daniel Merriam

 

I open my eyes to strange creatures.

Why are they in my bedroom?

Their thrill laughter makes my skin crawl.

They wave knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They move closer.

I close my eyes.

Silence fills the room.

I slit my eyes open.

The room is now empty.

I glance at my chair in the corner.

A red balloon is tied to it.

Oh no.

WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits on my shelf each night? Who casts shadows on my bedroom wall? I move closer. I must see what it is. The head moves. Its hood falls back. A doll’s face appears. A yellow glow in the darkness. Red eyes turn to me. Burning a hot hole right...

 (Source: stone-pig)

 

 

Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hole

through my heart.

 

 

SCARY

Shadows fill my room. I’m going to swoon. It looks like a woman. But not at all human. The town is scary. It’s getting hairy. Florida isn’t all fun. Not a walk in the hot sun. THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 (Source: melisica)

 

 

Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

THE DEAD GAME

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http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

TIME TO PLAY

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

 

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

THE NIGHT

The night caters to our whims.

It caters to our deepest fears.

Our nightmares come alive.

They stalk us in our sleep.

They follow us back into our rooms.

To stalk us in the night.

They wait behind the closed door.

Should I open it?

Let them in?

Why not?

They are my closest friends.

Source:

MYSTERY

 

Where are we going in such a hurry?

With our bags all packed.

Fleeing the scene of a crime?

Perhaps a lover’s dispute?

The carriage is here.

Police sirens wail in the distance.

The story is getting better

as I watch

from my bedroom window.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

quoadhoc:

Daniel Merriam

I open my eyes.

I see weird creatures.

The man in the moon.

Circus men.

Why are they in my room?

Have they come for me?

To kill me?

I hear laughter.

Hysterical laughter.

The circus men are clowns.

They are waving sharp knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They’re coming closer.

The laughter is getting louder.

I close my eyes.

The room is quiet.

I open my eyes.

The room is dark.

I glance over at my chair in the corner.

There’s a red balloon tied to it.

Floating in the air.

Oh no!