Snuck into my sisters’ rooms, held
their bodies down in the dark.
Clamped a hand over their
tiny pink mouths.
Whispered threats
of cigarette burns
and a fist. Crept away
with no trace of blood.
Twisted mother’s heart with lies,
stroked her fears with his coiled tongue.
Claimed the victim. Heard
the voice of devils.
Moved like a snake. Spoke slant.
Kept everyone spellbound
with his unblinking
yellow eye.
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This is a powerful poem. Your use of strong words and vivid images helps create the mood. Christy
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