Sunday, March 5, 2017

“A Tale of Domestic Horror” by Angela

Cold Horror
by Angela

She peered, and stared
Gasped in horror
Standing transfixed
By the open door

Bright lights upon her
Illuminated object
            -- or creature
Once, contained
Behind heavy door

Safely, she'd thought
In Tupperware plastic,
A protective field
‘round putrefied remains

Locked up securely,
She'd thought
Sealing and hiding
Its foul, odour

No, oh, no,
She gasped again
As it shuddered
And wriggled away

A tremble, a shake
A gelatinous force,
Oozing and creeping
Across kitchen floor.

Angela is a writer who takes on too many things, does too much, and spends far too much time on housework. She is a regular at Brian’s workshops, and you can find her creeping around dark corners of the internet, including over at

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