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Steel Darkness

Poetry By: Ousma
Horror



This idea came to me while I was mowing the lawn, I am quite intersted in seeing how all of you will interpret this. Perhaps I will eventually reveal the truth behind it. But for now, I'd like to leave you guessing ;)
This poem reminds me of my mom's favorite Stephen King work; Christine.


Submitted:Jun 29, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


There's a '55 Ford Thunderbird

That follows me wherever I go

It's old and rusty, but it runs like new

And it's much closer than it was a few years ago

My persistent shadow, hovering nearby

It's been there as long as I can remember

Trailing behind as I mow the lawn

Idling quietly while I rake leaves in September

Sometimes it snarls with a loud engine rev

And I jump out of my skin

It regards me with bright, stoic headlights

And I sense a tainted, evil soul within

Quiet and menacing, a nightmare on wheels

It used to keep a courteous distance

Now its tires nearly tread on my heels

I try to ignore it, but it loves to test my patience

When I dare to turn and look at it

I can not see the driver through the dark windshield

No one else notices the Thunderbird at my back

I've asked it nicely to go away; but it doesn't yield

It has yet to touch me in any way

But it inches closer every day

I wonder when its hungry black tires will finally claim me.





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