The Woman

Held my breath, halted my step
A solitary mansion, a sky with lightning
The sound of footsteps
A night so frightening

As the footsteps came closer,
The outcome became clear.
I held my scream
And waited for her to appear

Death was inevitable
But I refused to die
That pale skin and black hair…
Why can no one hear my cry?

‘Rawwwwhh’ she said
As she proceeded to take my soul;
To tear my skin, suck my blood
Or eat me as a whole.

A hand captured my foot
My past decisions, I started to regret.
She was the woman I killed
How could I forget…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Lamoureux Avatar
January 30, 2017 at 9:12 AM
Disturbing but very effective.
Vasudeva Avatar
February 1, 2017 at 3:37 PM
Thank you. There is a message behind it though. About how our past regrets haunt us in the future. Thank you, once again.
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