The woman in the dress

A scary, twisted poem.

My love aren't you beautiful,

Your face compliments your dress,

Your eyes are blue and glassy,

Your smile the sweetest caress,

In the night I watch you,

I admire your every breath,

Then when the clock hits midnight,

I snap in half your neck,

I pose you in the bathroom,

I pose you coming down the stairs,

But you, my mother I always hated you,

Yet you always hated me less.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

For mothers day?
It is definitely twist.