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She loved her cards, sent from the children of three; Held in her withered hands of tissue in scarring.
Adults as they had grown to be, but the memory of her, left them as her children, still.
In there before, she was bound in their flesh; The morbidity of a blood tie.
Short Story | Updated Sep 4, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jennifer Brighton
Here, we find Aerie--the main character--sleepily lounging around the house. After a moment of forcing herself to stay awake, she gives up and decides to go to sleep. Soon, she becomes suspended in a dream involving a handsome suitor... Or is she having a nightmare about a stranger from her...
By Philip Roberts
Epic horror poem using haiku for verses, written c.1984.
By Rebecca Mummery
My poetry ranging from ones focusing on mental illness, morbidity, old age, death, dreams, the imagination, temptation, religion, the afterlife, nature, art, automatic thoughts, desires, quests, life in prison, anxiety, sleep difficulties/disruptions, and yes, I think I've managed to cover most...
When I write things I usually UNINTENTIONALLY write about death and horror, I guess because that's what I'm best at. So I decided to write a poem making fun of my use of death and morbidity and horror in my stuff I write.
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By Bernadette De La Nuit
Read the blue lines first, then the gray ones, then try reading it as a whole. Enjoy!