Queen of the Hookers

Needles clashing, hands in the zone,

Fingers screaming, craft her throne.

Thread bleeds colors, veins explode,

Stitching chaos, her hands corrode.

Crochet queen, nightmare seam,

Spinning fibers, lurid dream.

Her hook’s possessed, a demon’s glow,

A tapestry of terror she’ll bestow.

Scarves like chains, draped in dread,

Blankets smother, leave ‘em dead.

Beanies birthed from hellish steam,

Sweaters raw, a stitched-up scream.

Whirlwind hands, banshee’s pace,

Yarn tornado, a hellish space.

Crochet fury, spirals grow,

Spinning out horror row by row.

Couches cloaked, houses wrapped,

World in stitches, terror trapped.

Fingers bleeding, craft won’t halt,

A cursed creation, it’s all her fault.

Crochet queen, nightmare seam,

Spinning fibers, lurid dream.

Her hook’s possessed, a demon’s glow,

A tapestry of terror she’ll bestow.