When dusk burns away
fires flare
sparks
tiny fireflies
soaring to the heavens.
Voices call
left
right
fore
aft
head turning
eyes straining
you cannot see.
Shrill calls within the night
edging
nails dragged upon the chalk
glance about
feel the burgeoning fear
the closer we get
to All Hallow’s Eve.
Blink of an eye
what once was there
is no longer found
haven shorn
giggles torn
I know what I want
I know what I will see.
Come closer
come near
I shall stroke you
my dear.
Flip and flop
tie the lock
your fortune
I can be.
Sit upon the graveyard gate
hanging in the wind
swing
back
forth
my heart bleeds for you
it truly does
as I lick off your blood.
©Oct. 12/19
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Gloriously creepy! Excellent 🙂
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Thank you so much! I spent all day mulling it over in back of mind as I was working and voila! Although I had thought it was going to be about having one’s fortune told lol
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I love how things evolve when you write them. The end result is not what you expected but all the better for it. Your poems are always full of emotion. 🙂
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Thank you. My main goal when writing after writing is that I can make my reader feel. I love when writers can make me feel and cry. Making me cry is the biggest compliment I can give. My mom use to say she knew how good a book was by how many kleenexes I go through. 🤓💜
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Lol 🙂
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So, so , so badass! Im loving the hell out of it
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Thank you so much. 😈💜
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Beautiful and chilling!
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Thank you so much. 🤓💜
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Happy! 👍🏻😁
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You enjoyed???
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Not bad!!
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Why thank you
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You’re welcome sissy!!
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