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Monsterous p.t. 3

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

Tags: Horror, Poem, Poetry

More monsterous deeds.

Submitted:Dec 27, 2006    Reads: 137    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

He stalks and waits,

She is alone this night,

Drunk off medication,

There is no real fight,

He waits,

she turns off the lights,

Creeping in

through a window,

Heart races in delight,

He hand cuffs her

to the bed post,

Covers her face with a pillow,

Her wrinkled flesh,

And sagging breast,

Appears to him,

Like the softest willow.

He removes the pillow,

threatens her with death,

Beer and tobacco,

Stains his breath,

He tapes her mouth,

Takes out a knife,

Slices one of her breast,

She gasps and silently cries,

Begging for mercy,

With her teary eyes,

He says "Today is the day,

for me to have my way."

Now he must flee,

He heard a car

Pull up in the driveway.


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