Horror Librarian :: UnintendedPoetry

in poetry •  7 years ago 

Once again, in the narrow confines of The Writers Block on Discord, sweaty writers mesh together in heated worship of the written word, in the forms of fiction and poetry. And unintendedpoetry.

Gathering our unintended insights together in the form of poetry is the ever-lurking @damianjayclay.


As such, I stumbled into his trap with a collection of words stemming from a discussion of my wife wearing some very nice reading glasses.



Horror Librarian

Man, beautiful blue sky
here in Florida,
perfect 72F weather,
outside on patio
with laptop. Wife
across from me,
studying for degree.

She's wearing librarian
type reading glasses – hot.

Is there anything better
than hot, evil librarians?

I'm expecting some scary picture
of blood splatter in the middle.

If your legs fall off,
make bacon from them.

That'd be a horror movie.
Bacon from one's own flesh.

Ah yes.
Pressure bruises.
From restraining.

creepy unintendedpoetry

I should probably not do that.


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Words and photo by @negativer. Compilation and formatting by @damianjayclay.

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LOL! Just for that, your new nickname is "baconlegs".

I'm not afraid to eat myself if I have to.

Very flexible. Very.

teeeheeeheee, this was fun :)

Your wife's a good sport, permitting the photo and all. Mine would probably hit me. I love her (don't get me wrong), but she would. hit me. Need to join this writers block thing, looks fun

My wife hits me all the time. Usually she doesn't even need a reason.

Haha ... you got a flair for the enticing horror write:) I wear librarian type glasses too and when I haven't had my coffee ... watch out:):):)

Horror Librarian: Part Deux - No Coffee Apocalypse Edition: When The Bacon Runs Out, What Do We Eat Next?

Haha ... oh that must be written:)

If at all possible, I want to map your brain so I can figure out how your path of thoughts go from hot glasses to self-making bacon of own flesh.

I'm not sure if such a journey would look better if it were a long and winding road...or a short step or two.

Haha. Scenic routes are all the craze so my bet's on the former.

I'm a fan of bacon, but you are right, probably shouldn't make it from your own body. Probably...

Don't judge, judger.

Bubble wrap your legs, @morodiene! You're going to need those. :-)

Another job well done by our resident poetry expert, @damianjayclay. Oh yes, and you too for writing it :)

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