Ever wondered to what lengths one would go to be 'normal'?
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something slimy going ‘round
squirming, wiggles, in hair, hangs down
there’s hissing I HATE that sound
how I hate going to town
sssss sssss sssss
can’t put a hat on my head
tend to snap if I wear red
like to lay around in bed
wish my head were bald instead
sssss sssss sssss
skin, definitely, reptile
when I shed skin, make a pile
uncoiled tongue hangs out in style
no men seek me to defile
sssss sssss sssss
learned to do a sleeper hold
I am lonely, growing old
(I hate it when snakes catch cold)
a spectacle worth pure gold
sssss sssss sssss
when those snakes slept, were snoozing
I had to do some cruising
now something inside’s kicking
feel like turkey with stuffing
sssss sssss sssss
they bite me in and outside
so my hair I brightly died
head snakes fell, ate the coven
now I’m bald but hide your eyes
sssss sssss sssss
I can make things very hard
leave you stone cold in your yard
and from children I am bared
pulled eyes out, have cane, am tired
Did you ever wonder what happened after the Archangel Michael through the demons out of heaven? Let one of them guide you through the origin of evil in the world.
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h
Excellent write. Sometimes it's neither hair nor thair.