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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