Halloween Tale - Nicholas Street Jail
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The building is imposing and fearful, a death row,
it is heritage, but haunted and very creepy;
the gallows still remain and hundreds of unmarked graves.
But, knowing all this- I took a dare on HALLOWEEN . . .
I went to my bunk in a dark cell with no windows,
falling asleep, I dreamt I was being touched by hands;
and SCREAMED- I saw a man walking slow and I followed.
H e l l o . . . ! He opened a door and stepped through, I did too-
It was dark, water dripped, then I saw the man hanging,
his neck broken, his eyes bulged and his mouth was smiling;
decomposed dead are crawling on the floor and walls.
I am fighting when hands tie the noose- my body drops . . .
In the mental ward- hands hang me each night as I fight.
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October 7, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/ Nicholas Street Jail
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9477-06-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Halloween Scare Contest
sponsor, Russell Sivey
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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