Put in the hearse
Got in the limousine
Toured graveyard site
Fresh soil - pine boxed.
Black roses thrown
Coffin nailed tight
Back in the limousine
Would soon scream.
Widow back home, not safe
Doors securely locked
12 gauge ready – double buck.
Knocking heard, dead returned.
Heads to bath - wash blood off
Image appears at shower door
“Coming-in dear, ready or not!”
Shotgun blast through the glass.
Shards in place on deceased’s body
Get to bury all over again
Insurance claim – double bucks
Fresh soil – iron casket.
Leaving the cemetery scene
Corpse appears in rearview
She slams on the brakes
Puts her Checker in reverse.
Plows him right back into grave
For added protection – Molotov;
.45 calibers him in the head
No movement, must now be safe.
Back home sleeping in bed
Silhouette at bedroom window
“Baby, it’s cold outside!”
Here we go again . . .
‘2009’ RLS
Well done!!
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *shivers*
This really is!!
I Just Love Your Imagination!
Write On Poet Of The Dark Trespassing
...I Love It!!
Horror Feasting....doors creek as I try to leave in the quietude's of darkness...Hey who blew out my candle?
psst...I Love The Feel of That Pic!!
Hugs,
Marcia
Oh my gosh, this one is scary! Not sure I'll sleep tonight...You are such a talented poet because you can write about everything! Horror is one of your best! I'm one of the few who DO believe in ghosts. I've heard tales all my life, there must be something to it.
Huggs an Love,
~Linda