Twist in the tale?.

My heart is heavy with sorrows deep
yet I dare not rest in case I sleep,
a ghost it haunts like vengence sought
bound like chains to my every thought.

A mirrow reflects eyes of crimson red
my body now looks like long past dead,
fear that hides till a shadow is seen
no sound I'll make but inside I scream.

A table set with only two chairs aside
I await the arrival with wide open eyes,
Footsteps approach a chill fills the air
I dare not look but I know she is there.

And then I hear that voice that I dread
"Did you do the washing up like I said".

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Twist in the tale?.

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