Hauntingly lyrical
mournful hum
wending its way through nights
calling forth
sins of the past
tears of the present
fears of the future
all rolled into one.
Plink of untuned keys
shrill
shattering peaceful dusk
grating noise
nails upon the chalk
skitter up the spine
cockroach crawl
forever more feeling its legs.
Home upon the hill
derelict
wind rushes through broken windows
pulled apart boards
creaks upon the floor
rusted red
paint
coats the floor
where all dread to tread.
Specter in the window
barely glanced
sways to music only heard by one
a rhapsody of death
played on forever more.
©Oct. 27/19
Picture found via Pinterest
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
“wending its way through nights
calling forth
sins of the past
tears of the present
fears of the future
all rolled into one.”………. many of us can relate to these amazing lines. so good!
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Thank you. I am having a lot of fun with all my darkness this month. 😈😈
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🙂 it is so good.
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🤓🤓
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Stunning imagery on display here! Great work! 👍🖤
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Thank you so much. I had fun writing. 🤓💜
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Very eerie
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Thank you. 🤓💜
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Ohh very gothic!
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Thank you so much. Sometimes I have to go back and re-read. And every time I do I cannot believe that I wrote those words. 💜🤓
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