My second entry in 100 word challenge for grownups. The prompt is … It can’t be that time…. Given we are getting close to Halloween, I have decided to use a horror theme, and this time in the form of a sonnet. Unfortunately breaking the 100 word with a small amount. Picture I took at a wonderful dance performance of “One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”.
She feels the nausea in his furry chest
The hands that soon will close upon her throat
And dirty teeth of his, that bite her breast
Oh, why this nightly visits from the goat?
The horny beast will always come at night
But in her thought, she carries him inside
His loathsome corpus leaves at morning light
But with the beast she always must confide
She’s gone and lost inside his tight embrace
“Oh please, I can not suffer this debase”
October 15, a dark and rainy night.
The image I had inside my head was that of a mental patient, where she, and maybe others believe the illness is an obsession with the devil. Still it might also be true, that she is obsessed. It’s up to you dear reader.