My Soul She Shrieks Poem by Benn Bell
My Soul She Shrieks
My soul she shrieks and flings me down
Laughing maniacally
The wind picks up and lifts her dress
Teasing and pleasing me
All is nothingness, so she says
As she pins me to the bed
With a silver shaft of cold, cold steel
She runs me through and through.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nightmares
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