Stories of the Occult (1)

(I read through my selected genres on my profile account and saw "Supernatural & Occult" then realized I haven't write any of such genre, so I gather my day's end strength to make one more work.)

In the dead of night, a woman was seen madly smiling,
She was wearing red, with blood dripped from where she was standing,
She was not amused by any means, I assure you,
She lost her boyfriend, and she wouldn't want to lose herself too,
So she must march forth and do what her baby said,
Or much like her boyfriend, she'd wind up dead,
She must narrate her horrid crime to all those who pass by,
Even if you knew already, please do not ask, "Why?",
For then the pathetic woman would break down to her knees and cry,
And from the back of her neck, a greyish infant head would tell you, "She let me die".

- Stu. T.H. (November 22, 2023)

Author's Note

My bad, I said I'd be more romantic, yeah? Sorry, didn't mean to lie.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Good work 👍 I love such poems.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for indulging in this work in particular, it gives me more motivation to write more of its kind.

[Arundass TP]

Sure, you must write. Thank you ☺️