Poet's Note: The following is inspired by prompt #7 on Chloe Rose Violet's list of October writing prompts, which can be found below.
Demons escaped through my pen
Set forth from the recesses of my mind
As my hand scrawled across the page
Attempting to fulfill a deal long due
My soul enslaved to the craft
In exchange for freedom through the word
My Crossroad Blues, the hell hounds on my heels
One masterpiece away from completion
My pen hot, my spirits singing
The death knoll now ringing
As the final line fell from my ink
It was almost time, he was almost there
Come to collect his pound of flesh
But to my horrified eyes, what did I find?
Another crappy poem
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (6)
I love this. I've felt that demonic possession in my keyboard so often, I completely relate to this
This is pretty brilliant and incredibly relatable. The build up was wonderful and the "punchline" made me laugh.
So clever and creative Stephanie.Loved the title and you build up the creepiness so expertly and then that ending - Brilliant!
You have a way with words. I must say that this was an exceptionally well-written piece that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I was definitely not expecting that ending!!! Super creative 🕊️✨
Lol, wasn't expecting that ending! This was an excellent poem for Chloe's prompt!