Dark Poetry By Brianna Malotke
The crispness of the air
Seeped through the cracks
Every now and then a small
Breeze would stir her
And awaken her.
Darkness enveloped her
The silence no longer
Screaming, but welcoming.
Days and days had passed
Since she had arrived here
And been enclosed in these
Four walls.
The smell of dirt and
Fresh cut grass
Mixed with dying flowers
Often wafted through the room.
Every now and then she could
Hear someone humming
Or was it singing
It was always faint.
Days and days had passed
Since she had arrived here
And been enclosed in these
Four walls.
Her thoughts often drifted
And the darkness gradually
Started to feel more
And more welcoming.
She didn’t know where
She was or why the
Silence and the darkness
Began to feel like home.
Days and days had passed
Since she had arrived here
And been enclosed in these
Four walls.
She thought the silence
Would be deafening
But she had welcomed it
And no longer yearned.
Her bones grew heavy
Her mind grew quiet
Her body was at peace
And so was her casket.
Bio: Brianna Malotke is a freelance costume designer and writer based in Illinois. While most of her writing is research based and travel related, she loves writing spooky short stories and creepy poetry. With a love for horror movies and mystery novels, she enjoys using poetry as a creative outlet. In any spare time she has outside of working, watching crime shows, and reading, she enjoys boxing and keeping a sewing related blog. She will be a Writer in Residence at the Chateau d’Orquevaux in Orquevaux, France in 2022.
Her website is: https://brimalotke.wixsite.com/malotkewrites
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