This was inspired by a Writing Prompt where you pick three spooky words and write a poem or story based on the words.
I chose Banshee, Corrupted and Creep.
Banshee blood
corrupted, cursed and revolting
it’s pooling in a pond where I used to feed the ducks.
Who will cage it?
will anyone swim in it?
Who will watch it creep towards the shore?
Will anybody grab a bucket, sponge scream out in fear
more likely then not
everyone will pretend as if it’s not there.
Banshee blood
corrupt, cursed and revolting
I wonder if the Ducks that I used to feed
wished it wasn’t there.
