Just a little something I came up with while watching Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho Halloween night. Enjoy!
A Little Hole In a Motel Wall
Look at me. I'm just a little hole in a motel wall. Not much to ponder at, not much to see, just a little marker in history.
Look through me, past the picture frame in front. Peer through the plaster, peer through the steam, and gaze longingly at her frame, tall and lean.
Look at the knife that your fingers hold fast. Raised in the air, ready to end a life, no chance for her to even fight.
Look at the floor, all covered in crimson. But there's no loss here, no guilt in your core because you know that your precious Norman deserves more.
Look at me. I'm just a little hole in a motel wall. Not much to ponder at, not much to see, just a little marker in history.
So here I am, unchanged through the years, with no way to warn a poor, unsuspecting soul of the terror that is waiting near.
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HarleyMarie