She Comes For You

Dark Poetry

She creeps down the hall

late at night,

hides in the shadows

out of sight.

Her fangs drip

with blood still,

didn't get satisfied

from her last kill.

She looks in every room

for fresh meat,

deep in her chest

her heart does beat.

Between her fingers

she feels every crevasse of the wall,

as she silently lurks

down the dark hall.

In her hand

she holds a still beating heart,

from her last victim

with it she did part.

She comes for you

in the dead of night,

you had better hide

stay out of sight.

Copyright Cynthia Jones


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Kyle Conboy's picture

Very cool poem. Great imagry too, and suspenseful. It's gota nice gothic tone to it that draws you write in.