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Bloody Mary

The blackened room,
 Sat in the  gloom.
 A tap drips slow
 Floor creaks below,
 In dead of night,
 Rose eerie sight.
 A yellow mist,
 Clawed and hissed,
 Drip, drip, drip…

Hot steam creeping,
Water seeping,
Covering all,
In steamy shawl…
Woken from sleep
Through steam you creep,
Cursing the flood,
Hear  water thud,
Drip, drip, drip….

Grey mist clears,
Mirror leers,
Take a chance,
A furtive glance.
Pale girl staring,
Red eyed, glaring,
Wild, banshee screams.
Silver knife gleams…
Drip, drip, drip….

Slumped on floor,
To breathe no more,
He lies alone.
She flies home.
To wait once more
At deaths door
For whispered name,
To begin the game
As peaceful again,
Outside the rain,
Goes, drip, drip, drip.

By P.J.Reed ©2010

 

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A serious bit of gothic horror. Very good. Quite real. I'd say a femme fatale but knife lady is more apt. Imagine how many she's taken... by Nick Armbrister

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