Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Not A Metaphor

From the blackest
corner
of my room,
comes just
the faintest sigh,
a quiet exhalation.
A strange coldness
crawls over my skin
as I lay there,
the stench
of funeral flowers
encircling me.

He swore
that death
would not
ever separate
us.


10 comments:

  1. I read this earlier. Verrrry Creepy haunting.

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  2. An eerie little tale! Great take on the ultimate question! TiV

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  3. This is very powerful and very haunting

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  4. This is very powerful and very haunting

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  5. Very creepy. I love creepy! Loved this. But ew. I don't want ghosts in my bedroom.

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  6. You've still got the juice, girlfriend!

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