She’s a Bitch

Snide lips

twisted

rasping laughter

roaring

cowering beneath the onslaught

feeling cold fingers

plunge

into anguished brain

voices

so many

pushing

yelling

telling

poking

breaking

heart roaring

faster

death is coming

eyes squeezed shut

hands over ears

cower in fetal position

no way to hide

no way to run

she will always find you

she will always come

she will snark

she will snort

she will find a way in

never to leave

no matter how you beg

she has come

for the duration

she is a Bitch

with a capital B

one everyone wishes

they could rid themselves of.

©August 18/20

Picture is my own

Untitled Dark Poem #1

Misted ground

kept

tombs past

broken

robbed

bodies scattered

bones

reconnected

one part you

one part me

one part of everything.

You hunt.

I haunt.

Dancer of dark

silent

shadow stalking

lust permeating

building

fight the voices

succumb

awaken

drenched

soaked

in innocent blood.

Erected

bones

jaw agape

final scream plagued

prisoners encaged

cells of warped bone

I

the sentinel

hung on cross

first victim

last sight seen

shade hovers

tears falling

unhallowed ground

sanctified

purified

spilled blood

finally

executioner

executed.

©August 18/20

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