Winter's Death

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


Winter's Death


The winter's night

Is filled with morphine,

The shadows slip

Into an opium dream,

Where monsters hide

Completely obscene,

My pale fingers drop the syringe

As my lips turn green.



Submitted: February 24, 2019

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Jeff Bezaire

Fantastic imagery! Has a strong gothic feel to it. Excellent write!

Sun, February 24th, 2019 9:44pm

tom mcmullen

Thanks very much for your comments Jeff, I agree it is a bit gothic!

Sun, February 24th, 2019 11:36pm

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