Pale Nail Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 30, 2016

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It was as they say, what a day, colorful as she lay.

 

Dream of ours erased, it was our time to part,

 

Screams were silenced, leaving only weeps, and the beatings of my heart.

 

Animosity rises as I see you depress into the earth,

 

And whatever may, I say, "Who made you lay?",

 

The throng leaves, but I stay behind kneeling,

 

As the feelings for you started tearing.

 

What becomes of me without you is all for nothing.

 

I started to scrape away what felt like excrement between my nails,

 

Whatever pleasure compares it pales.

 

Let us love each other, realizing our dreams, let's sail.

 

I knock on the wall to the next door, hoping to take you back.

 

Crying,

 

And I knew all along that you were waiting there,

 

Awake and smiling.

 


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