Pinned up against the wall, behind the back of an abandoned mall,
The teenage girl was small -- unlike the man with no heart, no brains… just brawl.
Mangled in dirty rope, she thought she knew pain,
Until she saw his eyes, then knew just how far gone he was insane.
Smiling at her distress, she found herself without her dress,
Cutting at her inner thighs, the blood leaving a mess.
No screams to be heard, the rope covered her mouth,
Just loud muffling sounds, like the branding of a cow.
The man hoisted the rope, tightening the grip until she couldn’t cope,
Her neck began to slope, losing air every time she choked.
Smiling at his work, he gave the rope one last jerk,
Picked his knife up from the dirt, slashing her whilst going berserk.
Never in doubt he would kill her tonight, but how long she could last was the real delight,
Timing three minutes, a new record it seems,
A natural born killer was his wildest dream.
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Horror in Words
PoetryA small collection of poems and phrases in celebration of the genre that is horror. Always adding new poems and hope to include a few stories also, so keep an eye out. We all love a bit of horror. A big thank you to everyone who has messaged or vot...
