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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