Spooky Woman

Every morning, I steal longing glances at the most spellbinding creature I have ever cast my two eyes upon, Her skin is pale and lifeless, wearing a peculiar looking amulet draped across her neck, I cannot help myself to stare, as she engulfs her lunch meat in only a few vicious bites like some sort of evil spawn, Whenever I cross her path, I feel like a deer in headlights; turning into a nervous wreck. Her alluring features of dark hazel eyes and fire truck red lips call to me from across the office, At the call of my name, I scamper towards my desire like a cowardly pup, My heart begins to pound out of my chest, her pointed ears perk up and I remain cautious, With music to my ears she exclaims, “You are my date to the Halloween office party tonight,’ I just thought I would give you the heads-up.” With long black finger nails, she carves her address into the palm of my hand, I glance down at the blood oozing out of my fresh wounds and she playfully smirks, With a sloppy lick from her magnificent tongue the wound seals and I am ready to give her a wedding band, The fiery hot blood I feel thrashing around in my veins every time I touch her, feels like exploding fireworks. That night, I arrive at the address that may potentially scar my soft tender flesh, Before I can knock, a clawed hand grips me tight lugging me into the front hall, I am immediately blindfolded and I hear her deep growl, “My dear, I just need a moment to refresh.” The room is cool and damp, I scurry to remove the blindfold to become aware of my surroundings above all. Unfortunately to my defeat, I hear the jingle and sharp pull back of chains restraining me to the stone wall, The warm breath and droplets of fallen drool on the back of my neck make me shriek, Not a soul can hear the disgraceful, desperate cries and pleas I begin to call, Now I know why people say to never date your monster of a co-worker, as she kisses my cheek. I flail and bash my arms and legs trying to desperately swing and knock her off her feet, I feel her filthy nails ripping into my chest, In a soft growl she mentions something about my blood being sweet, With a deafening howl the horrid situation puts my body to rest. September 25, 2018 Scary or Spooky poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 6th Place