Black Poetry : In the Basement

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  1. Harry Hyman

    Harry Hyman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    in the Basement

    I've seen Fear on the face of men in war,
    that wide-eyed riveted gaze
    On mine in front of a foe with a gun
    who intended to extinquish my days.
    But nothing would ever prepare me
    for this tale I'm compulsed to present
    'Bout hauling wet clothes to a dryer
    downstairs in my buddy's basement.

    First the lights went out. I dropped the load.
    The basement silence held two sounds
    like knives slicing air in the distance
    and thudding feet walking soft ground.
    I lunged at the stairway in darkness
    the Thing scraped my ribcage so
    At the top of the stairs, I could just see the door
    only seven steps to go
    Its breath singed the hairs on the back of my neck
    I jumped two steps, leaving five
    I bounded two more and that left me three
    with the Monster on my heels and alive
    I lunged for the door, ope' and closed it.
    All in one motion I did !
    It snarled and pounded and pounded
    my escape must have blown its lid

    Each pounding lifted me off the door,
    the wood's cracked pieces propelled to the floor,
    Ejected like bullets were door hinge screws.
    Wood began crumbling.
    It was coming through !
    I shivered and sweated in silent Fright
    Awaiting the crash ! Awaiting the fight !
    Then suddenly ! All went silent !
    and Again my ears heard a sound,
    knifeclaws slicing air in the distance
    started fading and melting going down.
    The breath returned to my drenched body
    and the sweat began to dry
    Why it stopped, I'll never know.
    I'm lucky and I won't ask why !

    When I told my vacationing buddy,
    he chuckled and said I was crazed
    But I saw him back home from vacation today
    with his "wide-eyed riveted gaze."
    So, don't laugh at anyone saying
    "There's a Monster in your basement, my friend"
    You can bet your sweet life, I would never forget it
    or ever chuckle again !
    HH
     
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    in the corner down their
    the basement caller
    this was tyte drop bruh
    i won't laugh again flow on
     
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    The image of an unseen threat is worse than viewing it.

    Spooky...

    Kind of reminded me of that movie Signs.

    Thump...Thump...CRASH!!!!
     
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    Be afraid, be very afraid....you created a scary scene here for sure poet. Keep writing, hopefully I'll be brave enough to read it....lol.
     
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    Im picturing this
    Hot drop poet
    This is too hot to be left out
    I push this back to the rafters
     
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