Poltergeist Poetry
Week one
Want to do the bad thing Want to try Slam fingers in doors Kick holes in walls Must bleed Create negative space Scream forever Want to try it Stomach death Windows shatter flesh Punch faces break Break want to break The bad thing
Quiet Steam rising from a tea Cup Whiskers twitch The flick of a turned page Shrieking immolation A thousand fists against the door Walls tumbling down Around a delicate Sip
You knocked once Hard on the door Inside I rippled Dark pool of nerves Wouldn't answer You hit the wall Flat palm slap Again and again And again I wouldn’t answer You aren't there Loose energy Is all You are They Say
