A Wicked TaleA Poem by the in betweenit just came to me.. wrote itself; inspired by the movie the last exorcism.. it scared me so bad lolThe crisp midnight air rams on the window panes waking the tired and weary. Frightened, the little girl stirs in her coffin like bed seeing outstretched monsters, taunting and glaring. thud, thud, thud. the window bursts open.. in flies the demon. Patient, laughing a thunder taking its time making sure the girl knows. It slithers in the sweet skin; burning tongue like acid. The little girl stifles a scream. He's in Control now. Mother goes to check on her. The awful stench of blood and rotten flesh Catches her attention. Illuminating the room, she sees Her little girl floating in the center Of the room. The light startles him. The little body swings vertically and sways side to side. beautiful hair falls gently from the scalp. “Daisy, sweetie?,” the mother whispers in horror.. He doesn’t care.. doesn’t stop. Flesh falls, fingernails turn purple. The mother almost trips as she grabs her little girl. He’ll stop for now… © 2011 the in betweenAuthor's Note
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