‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard
Lynn Gerrard is a writer, poet, author of darkness & decadence. Tonight I would like to share with all of you one of her poems.
‘The Black Cat’ by Lynn Gerrard
The grave soil shifted
And deep down
In the depths
The long dead cat
Drew in a stale breath
And its crushed bones creaked
As they sought to repair
The dreadful damage
That had put it there
Whilst its blood drenched fur,
Matted and sticky,
Writhed and wriggled
As the maggots moved quickly
To leave the beast
As with a crack it’s jaw
Unhinged to release
A Hellish call
That rose through the earth
Piercing all above
With it’s shrill screamed squeals
Of the horrors yet to come
And its claws found purchase
Until very soon
The ungodly creature
Was screeching at the moon
As it scratched and spat
And hissed its curse
What was done to it
It would do much worse
It would seek and find
The human bitch
Who had left it to die
In the dirt deep ditch
Whilst her screaming tyres
Sped off into the night
Caring not a jot for the black cat’s plight
Her scent was strong
And the cat began to gloat
Envisaging the moment
It crawled down her scrawny throat
As her eyes bulged blindly
And her life’s light dimmed
Whilst it pawed and clawed
Until it wore her skin
Then it would dance in the moonlight
And with all the demons laugh
At the stupid woman’s folly
To cross the Witches cat’s path.
Copyright © Lynn Gerrard, 2015
Visit Lynn Gerrard’s blog here – http://thegrumblinggargoyle.blogspot.co.uk/
Totally creepy!!
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Marvelously macabre.
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