It's ridiculous, really.
It's a bit past midnight, and
I'm out of milk.
Again.
Honestly! How is any decent person
supposed to make a decent cuppa
without any decent milk?
It's a right disgrace.
I shrug on my coat.
The corner store will be open.
The neon sign never dies.
So dependable.
Unlike this goddamn milk.
Really, now.
Desperate times call for
desperate measures.
And all I want is some milk.
And sleep.
Milk and sleep.
It's been so long, and I'm so tired.
But all I need is some milk.
The streets are quiet, dark.
My footsteps have an echo
that is not their own.
Someone is following me - no, no.
They are in front of me.
But they match me step by step.
Honestly, people these days
can't march to their own drumbeat.
It's maddening.
Positively hair-raising.
They're so close, and their stride
Mocks my tired shuffle.
They're following me,
they're following me!
But no, no, they're in front of me.
And all I want is some milk.
Step, step. Step, step.
It's driving me
crazy!
They're getting closer, closer.
Or is that me?
Irrelevant now.
That sound is driving me
crazy.
And all I want is
some
goddamn
milk.
It's not until I'm scrubbing
the blood off my hands
that I realize:
I forgot the milk.
Oh, well.
There's always tomorrow night.
Author notes
They're people, just like the rest of us.
I love Batman? and milk. yes, milk.
Written June 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- From the inside of... by BlackRosesinAutumn.
300 points, ended July 8, 2006, 13 entries
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you little weirdo...I loved this poem!!!
you certainly did milk it...(terrible pun)
you really should drink your cuppa black next time
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This is a really great piece! I loved where you took it ... Well done and good luck in the contest
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fantastic
Woah, that was truly amazing. I love the idea of it. It was incredibly unique, to the utmost. Great job with it. But I must say... it's not they are ordinary people, doing ordinary things, we walk by 'em every day.. What if .. we are those people. I am one of those people, or so I like to believe. XD Great write! Always write!
<2+1&poison~kisses~so~delicious
-Allure of a Rose-
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i mean... it's not he to blame... he just wanted milk... and got uhhh..... hummmm....uhhh.... carried away with other stuff. lol
i wonder what he'll do for sleep now.
but yeha. lol. very clever. i enjoyed this. i was waiting for those steps to kinda SNAP on the speaker... but no. u twisted it around. well done -
I didnt think it was funny. I thought it was dark. The fact that this guy was so ordinary, doing ordinary things made it all the more eerrie. I think you painted a great picture of someone totally deranged. We probebly pass people in the street like this every day.....I must go and get some milk
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WOW! this is great! I haven't recived any entries like this one yet! I love how you made the killer seem like a normal person who needs everyday things like us. Great job!
Good luck in the contest!
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masterful
this is pure genious my friend.........often that is how it starts...............something simple like going out for milk can often turn into something so much more.....you have captured that in such a creative way...you have done a masterful job..........the mindset is perfectly displayed...bravo
Meus Opus Magnus and Blessed Be...Alison-Maree
P.S. Don't Be A Stranger....Just Be STRANGE!!! -
Very funny, thumbs up!
Very funny! Did you intend it to be funny? As an alleged psychopath ( when I'm manic ) who has attended a number of pyschopath conventions I would have to say that the serial killer of your poem seems quite atypical. -
I figured...They're ordinary people. Just, slightly disturbed. And honestly, all he wanted was some milk.
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Hmmmm...go out for milk and accidentally kill people in a fugue state? Well, that's a new one for me
Would be interested in knowing if you based this on a real serial killer or if it's your own imagination Good luck in the contest.
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