Rosemary's Baby

by Maple Tree   Oct 21, 2019

As if the lights flickered during a night of passion-
demonic transformation takes a hold of a womb
like a serpent wrapping its tail around a twig.

Squeezing the life out of purity as chanting
from forks bang tables and blood drips from
curtains during a wicked thunderstorm.

Umbilical cord holds secret messages
from the devil himself and I can't begin
to describe whats it doing to my uterine core.

Horned ideas and withered emotions
become clear to me that I have birthed
a monstrous soul... hollow eyes that
will never see the light of day.

Nightmares shadow a spine that always
looks between cracks before speaking
to a man with a forked tongue.

My baby delivered unto me
like Frankenstein's love child
and I had no choice but to obey
this evil encounter- the movie
had horrible acting but I loved
the ending nonetheless.


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  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    Totally creepy Andrea! That movie creeped me out too!

  • 3 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellent, Maple. I, too, love that film.