nicole Davis

Rookie (october 30,1989)

Blood Drops - Poem by nicole Davis

The night falls short and cold
While the wind blows bold
When the animals go to sleep
In the darkness there is a shriek

Upon the floor there is a tapping
Until I find my foot is rapping
Behind the cellar door there comes a sound
A sound so retched, one you cannot drown

The clocks begin to chime
As the tape begins to rewind
Drops of blood begin to fall
Then handprints appear on the wall

A knife lies of the floor
Beside the steps next to that door
The door I dare not go in
If I shall I’ll never win

So I stay inside this house
With all the lights turned out
Sitting so still here all alone
Listening to the ring of the bloody phone.

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Comments about Blood Drops by nicole Davis

  • Jeanette Krantz (5/16/2007 1:38:00 PM)


    haha this is great! loved it, reminded me of edgar allen poe with better wordage ;) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006



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