Horror Movie (Hold the Popcorn)

Horror Movie (Hold the Popcorn)

A Poem by ilurvekinilaw

What would you do

If I suddenly sprouted caramel fur

And a longer lolling tongue,

My eyes smiling with crazed abandon

As we walked hand in hand

Under Luna’s bored eye,

 

Or if my teeth

Filed to gleaming points

Felt too intrusive

Through my tightly-pursed

Ruby lips

Clinging to your open neck in a

Lover’s chaste kiss?

 

How about

If you felt a few bumpy bolts

And nails holding my

Recycled flesh together

As your hands roamed

Friendly – nay, willing – territory?

 

I wonder how

You’d see me then,

The monster I could be

Lying side by side

With your dreams spun in

Moondust and sunlight.

 

© 2008 ilurvekinilaw


Author's Note

ilurvekinilaw
I had a hard time thinking of an appropriate title and this is the best I could come up with for now. Any suggestions or is this good enough?

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Horror Movie is a great title.
This poem made me think about all the horror movies I've seen without so much as flinching at the violent creatures in them, and how I'd feel if perhaps all those creatures weren't fiction after all.


Posted 12 Years Ago


I envy you deeply.

Posted 12 Years Ago


what they said. great title

Posted 12 Years Ago


So brilliant. Such a vivid poem and a perfectly thought out idea, with a last line that provides such a perfect contrast to the rest of it. And I like the title :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delicious imagery. I think the title's fine. Your lines are, as always, completely brilliant. Your talent shines through every word.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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ilurvekinilaw

Iloilo City, Philippines



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