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The House of Terror
1.
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
2.
Larvae grows
in the bowels of
the winery
3.
This translucent little
hollow-eyed
girl
4.
I run but the rotten
stairs
5.
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
6.
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
1.
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
2.
Larvae grows
in the bowels of
the winery
3.
This translucent little
hollow-eyed
girl
4.
I run but the rotten
stairs
5.
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
6.
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
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The Unquiet Dead - Prologue
He stood nearly a foot taller, and looked to be a decade older. I’d never seen him before, but from that day forth, I would never forget what he looked like. Chestnut-colored hair and cold, gray eyes. A full beard, which covered his lips, and a distinct facial profile. The stranger walked up beside me and set his sights on the innkeeper, but the name he spoke made my blood run cold.
“Have you heard of a man named Richard Hardi?”
There I sat, all of fourteen years to this man’s twenty-four? Twenty-five? It was hard to gage solely by looking up at him. He still bore the benefit of youth, but the gravity of his gaze sug
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the letter that never arrived
as if grief had never hollowed out my heart,
caverns echoing with the memory of a laugh,
as if despair had never stolen my voice
until love whispered in my ear
and I knew what mattered,
to speak
of knowing: there are things
you will decide to protect yourself from,
pain
you must never relive,
and some you must live
and live again,
no matter the cost
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Black Widow II
away
i'm going to break away
drain
i'm
in
the
drain
of
drains
and
slowly
being
spun
downwards
and
downwards
and
downwards
and
down
wards.
thirteen
Mom's rose garden grew beneath the steps, and I did too. They weren't aligned and it bothered me. I always tried to fight it but she would come down and lay her hand on my bare skin and whisper, "They aren't growing."
And I would be red like the roses and blue like the violets.
She grew beneath the steps too.
past
notlookingforthepastorthe f
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oh congrats on the DD!
this is horrifyingly well done. you got my skin crawling.