Treasures

She has a battered treasure box that she keeps under her bed

with pieces of the memories that swirl in her head

A bit here, a scrap there

a clipping of hair

They aren’t just keepsakes with no real use

They are little, bloody morsels that remind her of you

….

Longing and needing and hating you too

She reminisces and cries, what else can she do?

She breaths deep the dusts,

Gulps the perfumes and the must….

then she closes the box,

In to the raw night she stalks,

To bleed another someone

Who looks just like you

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Author’s note:

I had an idea I liked— a spurned lover, turned serial killer. She wants revenge but can’t get close to whoever dumped her, so she stalks and kills look alikes.

But as much as I liked the idea I don’t have the clean slate for an involved story right now, and I figured a little horror poem would be a good compromise. a less invested way to scratch the writing itch that this idea caused.

Im always receptive to any feedback… but I’m not very confident when it comes to poetry, so I’m expecting (and happy to hear) any and all criticism :)

Let me know what doesn’t work, so I can maybe improve?

And if you're looking for a badass song, this is what was stuck in my head while I was writing: