by P.J.Reed
In the darkness
The room bled red
Grey shadows jumped.
Poked and Prodded
Curtains shivered
In icy breathes
As screaming voices
Ran.
Doors slammed shut
Closed their eyes
Melted into the wall.
Running footsteps rang
Wading through the
Sinking Carpet
And Stairs fell
Away to
Nothing.
Oak wardrobe opened
Wide its arms,
Hidden under dusty
Hills of velvet,
She dissolved
Away to nothing,
Floating through the
Floor.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
P.J.Reed is a writer and dark romantic poet. She has been published in numerous anthologies and collections. She specialises in speculative fiction, writing mainly Dark Romantic and Gothic Horror poetry. Her work is featured in many anthologies and essay writing guides. Her first collection of work is entitled "The Wicked Come" and available from Amazon and all good bookshops.
Last updated April 30, 2015