Pandora’s Box- Michael Erickson

**Fair warning this is is a Halloween post. It’s definitely not like my other peaceful nature posts.**

Grasping hands in the dark,

Broken nails scrape across rough metal.

Screams abound in this darkest of places,

As we howl for our freedom.

Seared by sun and slick with sweat,

Our bodies writhe in this pitch of hell.

Let us out beyond these bonds,

Blinking many eyes in the setting sun.

We are a thing of filth snd scorn,

Waiting to release our hate upon the world.

Release release release we cry,

As fingers hook into bloody claws.

Feted breath rasps between broken lips,

As flesh swells and cankers oozes.

We are an abscess waiting to destroy,

Just let down your guard but a moment.

Release our ravenous mouths upon all things green,

That we may feed

Do not mind these rusting locks,

We are but a trifle within Pandora’s box.

Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.

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