'What's behind the door? ' he said,
trembling with anticipation.
The monster bared her fangs
as he opened the door
she stood seven feet - give or take
dressed in ragged garments
that clung to her skeletal frame
A figment of someone's perverted imagination
like a character in a pulp fiction fantasy
he thought
'Are you the lady used to teach fourth grade
in the school at the end of the street? '
She nodded and grinned as her claws
reached out to grasp him
He skedaddled out of there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem