Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..
meat sticks wearing sacks of white.
The meat sticks tell me my name is Mikal
I don’t believe them. What do meat sticks know?
Then the static returns, and the distortion sounds
loud in my ears.
Red and black swirl like a tornado to my eyes.
I wake to screaming.
My mouth is full of something and I am chewing.
It is a meat stick.
Why do they scream so?
Isn’t that there purpose? Food for me.
Hunger pervades like a demon sitting
squat legged in the middle of my
The demon rules.
Always they say that.
My heart beats faster…
Vibrating my ribcage,
for not much fat or muscle
I am not Mikal…
Mikal was weak…I ate him a while ago.
By Philip Wardlow
2 thoughts on “Mikal – 30 Day Halloween Challenge – A poem a Day – Poem #7”
Mikal ! Mikal ? Wondering about poor Mikal, while he sits stewing in somebodies juices. Imagination gone wild, get ahold of yourself ! Enjoyed this. ; )
Thanks … I based this poem on a story I read once on Russian Sleep Deprivation Experiment ..story was probably not true…but it sure was creepy to read about… check out this link here on the story… 🙂 http://www.snopes.com/horrors/ghosts/russiansleep.asp