The Stripper from Hell
A poem by Sheldon Woodbury
She danced at night
for shadowy men
peeling off her clothes
as they cackled and grinned
like leering monsters
lurking in the dark
but when death comes
it’s never the end
she clawed her way back
to writhe again
she ripped off her clothes
exposing flesh
ashen and burnt
unleashed from death
she tore that away too
to the gore underneath
bumping and grinding
a ghostly release
they screamed in horror
at the stripper from hell
her bloody hot body
spewing a brimstone smell
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