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.
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2015 Last Updated on June 7, 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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