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He was kind when she met him at the diner,
she had no wallet so he'd paid the bill for her.
She gave him her number when he asked if he could call.
His smile was pearled luminescence, designed to enthrall.
She had never felt a pull like this to anyone before,
his eyes were starlit angels with established rapport.
It was so natural to follow him as he took the lead,
and walk to his car feeling she’d been freed.
The journey was much longer than she had expected
ending at a house that looked wasted and dejected.
He smiled at her hesitance and timid turn of humor,
urging her to please go into his blood red door.
She resisted his arms as they reached to draw her in,
he held her with iron grasp, smiling a disconcerting grin.
It seemed the more she struggled, the more he was amused,
the more she rejected him, the more he wouldn't be refused.
A tiny sliver of silver shone dimly in his other hand
and ropes of sweat spread over her at his demand.
He threw her roughly onto the trash strewn floor,
stood threateningly over her and laughed a lion’s roar.
She screamed, gurgling filling her dove white throat,
blood flowing, she staggered to her feet as if by rote.
She stumbled as she ran to hide herself from his eyes,
fighting for her very life, she finally realized.
He took his time, her unsteady steps would soon abate,
he knew he had no need to hurry toward her delicious fate.
He had tortured many others who had aroused desire
successfully broken them, extinguishing their fire.
Her tears mixed with blood and spread across her breast
weakness crept along each muscle but she couldn't stop to rest.
She thought she saw angelic feathers drifting down with love
but heard his footsteps creeping down the stairs above.
He reached her then in triumph and grimaced a wicked smile
spent the next hours cutting just to be truly vile.
He spent himself inside her torn and bloody cavity,
peeled her lovely skin from her bone in his depravity...
She was found in brambles at the crossroads of lover’s lanes
and embedded in the memories of those who saw her torn remains,
her mouth fixed in a scream, eyes mourning what the evil took,
while her killer spent months reveling, in her final look.
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Author notes
Prompt:
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Comments
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i am in awe......this was one chilling write.....you write like richard laymon....(my fav horror auther) thank you for the entrie and incrediable poem -
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Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment on my poem. I truly appreciate the gold and your appreciation of my work. ~ Joyce
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walking to his car with a feeling she'd be freed. If only she had paid attention to that premonition.
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