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the head in my fridge
Contributed by
skraggs
on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 08:48:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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in the cold grey morning
i get up from a sleepless night
still shaken and stirred
from the terror and fright
i went to the fridge
just hours before
and what i had seen
shocked me like never before
for inside the drawer
way in the back
i saw something chilling
and it made my bones crack
for inside a bag
was the head of a woman
not just any woman
but one too familiar
and i thought she was dead
until she talked to me
she spoke plain english
quite plain you see
and i was taken aback
so much you could say
that i ran fifteen feet
in the oppsoite way
she said 'no come back!'
and i felt assured
that it would not hurt me
no matter how ascure
after all it was only a head
and no hands with which to grab
it had no feet with which to walk
it seemed to me that she could on do one thing
and that was talk
so i walked right up and said to this head
'what are you doing, you should be dead'
and it looked me in the eye
and her eyes seemed to glow
i could stare no longer
though i should have
for she seemed to grow
she floated above the bottom drawer
drawing ever closer to me
i ran for the door
she cut me off and her skin began to rot
her hair did wither
and her eyes glowed hot
she said with a fury and wrath
'how dare you turn your back'
i started to shake i started cry
in fact i could feel a tear forming in my eye
i turned around and grabbed a knife
but the head knocked me
and i fell in strife
into my skin
the blade cut deep
then i realized
this heads treachory
no it could not grab you
and it could not walk
but it could charge you
and it could talk
the head pushed me over
and i fell on the knife
before i knew it
i woke up by my wife
so i walked to the kitchen
to get a me a drink
and as i stare at the fridge
the whole time i think
'should i open this here door
should i look in that there drawer?'
my answer was no,
for i was still shaken
and i was still stirred
and my goal of peaceful rest
could not be detoured
but as i turn around and go back to my bed
i thought i heard something move in the fridge
as i opened the door i saw the head
and in its gruesomeness i cowered with dread
i went to my wife to wake her up
just too see that it was she
whos head i had seen in the dream
yes, my wife lay headless
i was paralyzed it would seem
i ran to the door and the head did not cut me off
but instead outside i was faced by the cops
now i am inside this white room
it seems i did it, it seems im the loon
in the end as you quite plainly see
tho the head seemed like the monster
the monster was me
now if you'll excuse me, i must be off
it is time for them to take me out for a walk
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skraggs
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Re: the head in my fridge
(User Rating: 1 ) by CaddishCut on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 09:25:55 AM AEST (User
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Interesting. |
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Re: the head in my fridge
(User Rating: 1 ) by MMISS on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 09:37:42 AM AEST (User
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absolutely gruesome! and at the same time a very good story. you're a good writer. |
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Re: the head in my fridge
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jishes_4_ever on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 10:47:26 AM AEST (User
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wow... is all there really is to say to this poem... i agree w/ tha others comment... it is gruesome... but also it is a very good write... i enjoyed reading this... and didn't expect tha ending... great write...
hope to c more from u soon
~!*!~Jishes~!*!~ |
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