dragged under!

dragged under!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Across the moors
Under his door,
The bedroom, she comes;
A thick blanket of smoke.

Arising above the bed
Cold, heavy the cloud
She surrounds, engulfs;
She gropes.

Terrified, outstretched
Hands of brooding mist
With bony fingers
Grabs both ankles, tightly.

Like shackles her grip
She pulls him off the bed
Onto the splintered floor;
Heavy are the chains.

In horror, he digs in;
His nails break across  
The wooden floor
Now curdling blood red.

But,alas too late.
Dragged screaming
Under the door
He's gone...... no-more. 

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Spooky! You do seem to like dark fantasy like tales Andrew. Poor chap dragged out of his bed by the 'demands' of a woman! If she wanted a shag she only had to say so lol. Nice canter of a tale.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Yes some women are so demanding! lol

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