My Hand in death

This was an experiment. I had read a poem that was along the same line as this and I was sure that I could also do one. So I put fingers to keyboard and came up with this monster. Some liked it some, hated it, fortunately I did not love it and promised my

 

Slowly I turn the corner, from my hiding

You have closed & locked your door

I smile in anticipation of the coming

 

In step behind you, I fall

Catching your sent on the flowing breeze

You are just rite, nether short nor tall

 

I start to hasten my pace,

You are nearing my special haunt

So near, my heart begins to race

 

I can see your soft, beautiful face

No one is looking, I grab you and we tumble

Of your struggle there will be no trace

 

My hand covers your mouth, with eyes wide,

“They can not hear you, little lady.”

As you kick and thrash, how I enjoy the ride.

 

You stop your struggle, as I place my blade against your throat

Slowly I pull, filling with glee as it create the slit

“Hush little lady, Soon you will in Hades boat.”

 

The look of horror that fill your eyes

Sends waves of delight through my blood

As life runs from your veins,

 

Slowly the light leaves your eyes

Your breathing slows till finally,

You reach your demise.

Author's Note

This one is Dark!!

Reviews

[DIANA WILBANKS]

Well it's a story,not my typical favorite but to each it's own,but really creative!...God Bless you...Diana

[Dragon Witch]

This one was a bit dark for me. Well written but precisely because of that scary!!

[Charisma Moonfairy]

I like this, it talks to my dark soul. A very wonderfully written piece, thank you for writing and sharing it.

Blessed Be,
Fallen Angel