With that he drew his dagger out
ten times as long as wide
and by her hair did pull her close
still naked, to his side.
Then slowly, gently pressed it home
until its hilt did rest
above her still, now lifeless heart
between those lovely breasts.
He closed her eyes, and laid her back
to rest upon his bed
then on the floor, took bar and claw
to these boards above my head.
He put us down here, side by side
sealed tight from life’s fair light
‘til rot and mice and death’s decay
made our bones commingle tight.
I’ve laid by her for ten years now
beneath these creaking boards
no better death could Death decree
may it last - forevermore.
Michael Thomas Ellis lives on a small suburban plot of land on the
Gulf coast of southwest Florida with his wife, three cats, and an
increasingly geriatric dog named Gus. He has a few credits to his
name. Fittingly enough, he wrote this poem on Halloween night.
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