ghost, headless, fear, evil, horse

Headless Ghostwoman

She’s long

lost her head

in a duffel

bag

dead

thrown over

her shoulder.

she said

she would

come

for

‘thee’

when you

grew older

in

‘four score years’.

she waits

on her horse

in a dream

as I lie

in my bed

with my

hands on my

head

submerged in guilt, fear and dread.

she had awakened

from

slumber

this

shrieking

banshee hag

dressed as

the

‘O T H E R woman in red’.

there are shadows

and faint

light

in the night

flying high

in the sky.

this

Headless

Ghostwoman

rides

through

the forest

full of spite and revenge.

she

comes for you

and I.

she wails

unhinged

as

her

ungodly

swift sword

slices

through

the

wind

at the

nape of our

blood

gushing

necks…

you, me

and he.

chop,

chop,

chop.

one,

two,

three.

drop,

drop,

drop.

and, to those

who’ve

committed

the most

ghastly

of

high

crimes

on

land,

air

and

sea.

you’re safe…

B U T,

when you commit

adultery

you’ll wish you were

never born

for

‘Hell has no fury like T H I S Headless Ghostwoman scorned’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Steven Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our beloved pets in the sunny state. I write health and wellness articles (and, poetry.) I authored several books currently for sale at popular book outlets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. Let me know what you think. You can read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for stopping by!

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