I will come back to haunt you

I will come back to haunt you

 werewolves

 

I will come back to haunt you

Slumped nightly in your La-Z-Boy sprawl,

collecting zzz’s before the game is finished,

predictably inebriated with ghastly breath

expelled and sinking in the airless living room.

I will yank back the stale, putrid curtains

and shove open the window,

so the rain, thunder and air, chilling to the bone,

can make an entrance,

that would wake the

dead.

I will press my icy fingers on your lips,

a kiss would be too much for your heart,

and place the burden of my discontent

on your cowardly chest, for greater weight.

And you will wake, with clammy skin,

heart palpitating, knowing absolute terror,

force of the unknown, dread of the end,

you will try to stand,

like the hairs on the back of your neck.

You will struggle to scream and flee

but your limbs will feel restrained like a

dead man

in a cement boot anchor,

ready for the mantle of the river,

and your voice will go missing,

like I went missing.

 

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Published in ‘Werewolves and Other Bitches (Prospective: A Journal of Speculation)’ 2012

Ghosts of Boggo Road Gaol

Ghosts of Boggo Road Gaol

Ghosts of Boggo Road Gaol

spirits released on execution
(hanging from the gallows beam)
souls rising with the slashing of the throats
(payback time in the prison heirarchy)
ghouls let loose after suicide
(despair in the dark of brick walls and cold sweat)
spectres emerging with death from old age
(lifers lament)

ghosts united
in an eternity
behind bars

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You might see some on a Boggo Road Gaol Ghost Tour 😉