lead the way
mysetry face
run her down
to the place
hold her hand
make her drop
let her lay
let her rot
wrapped in dark
she contorted
her spine snapped
her face distorted
she wasn't her
she wasn't the same
she was alone
she was insane
and the silouette laughed.
cold.
A contest entry
- One Year By Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
2100 points, ended July 11, 22 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
option dark.
Comments
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Oh wow such a dark eerie write you have penned here
Thank you so much for this entry and best wishes
Julie

