The House
by Kirk B. Forseth II
Sitting in the corner with my knees to my chest
Young somber eyes are denied any form of rest
For the visions to stop, I would tear out my eyes
Tormented by images of silent cries
It’s been so long since I’ve known bed’s restful state
Repeatedly to experience her fate
Forced to bear witness each night to explicit gore
The action, so gruesome, I utterly deplore
This trip into madness, there’s no turning back
Left with no way to save from the brutal attack
Phantom slashes violently appear from her chest
The ghostly red liquid splatters the family crest
Amazed by the details, this house has remembered
Witness her ghastly form slowly dismembered
In my life, I’ve not seen something this atrocious
Wild animals have never been that ferocious
Truly, this creature must have been morbidly sick
Extinguishing her life just like the light from a wick
Not exactly sure if these specters were married
I am apprehensive as to where she’s buried
One more night goes by, and I dare not try sleeping
Stay in my retreat with unstoppable weeping
Try to withstand the pounding of deadly calls
As they seem to be emanating from the walls
Dark circles are predominantly on my face
The dementia quickens with my fall from grace
In desperation, I jump through the windowpane
Now my lifeless shell is being drenched in the rain
Unseen is my pallid friend, as we’re both the same
Both of us are now pawns in this sadistic game
Odiously compelled to recreate my crime
Unrelenting suicide till the end of time.
Kirk B. Forseth II is pursuing a bachelor’s degree in English and has earned repeated recognition on the Dean’s and President’s Lists, along with membership in the Sigma Tau Delta Honor Society. His short story “I’ll Take That Bet” appeared in the anthology Fantastic Worlds (October 2025). His other works include The Necro Realm, The Shadow Dancers, Rainn of Dragon’s, The Chronicles of Azrella, and The Hangman’s Noose.