Creepy!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The blanket of fog creaked
Going up the stairs, The perverse shadow On wall climbing. Until, leaning over the bed An image; a pallid woman In long tattered dress, white. Her face devoid of eyes and flesh With mouth distorted, shrieking Words in murmurs, evil. Dried thin skin emaciated On yellow ashen bones while drawn tightly long Wispy flowing black hair. From her lacy sleeves Hands like claws, Bones yellow lined While talons cold reach out Stretching the body withered Scratching down my cheek deep. With mutilated claws stretched Moving, touching my flesh, my body Shaken, the throat constricting Shortness of breath. I hear her words repeating Her face bloodless, contorting Looking paler and paler Repeating words repeating with malice. "Honey! Get Up!" "You'll be late for work!" "You'll be late for work" "Get up!" "Honey!"
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16 Reviews Added on June 5, 2015 Last Updated on June 6, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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