Scratches on the Walls
A horror poem by Pierre Roustan
Published in
Nov 5, 2020
Thoughts bleed
through fingernails and cuticles,
Closed in within cubicles of cold and darkness,
Savage,
frantic, erratic
and static of two dimensions,
But fractal with angles of never-ending tesseracts
To echo the refilling of test tubes for intravenous contacts.
Injecting,
spreading, deadening
the senses with pretenses
Of tension to mention that this too soon will pass
And surpass the sense of fear near the heart
Facing the needle penetrating shields of humanity,
But my scratching on the wall…distracts.
Distracts from the droning, muffling sound
Of coherence cumming
from the trembling brain,
