Horror and Thriller Poetry posted June 27, 2009 |
Horror meets commentary
Repent
by Fleedleflump
I stalked her through a horror film with malice in my grin. I dressed myself in leather stretched so tight across my skin that, oxygen denied, I turned the pink of sweating flesh and when the screaming started I would with her terror mesh. I followed her through wrong and right despite the danger there. Her heaven scent was wafting and My gaze swallowed her hair. I caught her 'neath the railway bridge where we could be alone, I pinned her up against your wall, sick fantasies to hone. Your conscience could have stalled this act, played out in your back yard if cowardice had not found you to your brave act discard. Instead I have my way and leave, my sated lust now spent. I'm laughing at your gutless life, victim, now go repent. |
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