Roused From Premature Sleep By Hurt. By Pain. Mandy Is Captured.
Captured.
Bruised. Beaten. Open Wounds Bleed As The Stench Of Her Own Urine & Waste Make Her Vomit.
Spirit, @ Zero. Mandy Is Drained & Hopeless Only Worth The Tears That Won't Stop Falling.
Falling Tears, Down Her Damaged Nudity Into The Cold Puddles Of Bloodied Sewer Water.
Darquer & Darquer Grows This Place Where Mandy Is Captured. This Place Is A Pit.
Caught. There Is Only Her Paralyzed Mind Realizing The Promised Horrors Of Imminent Death.
Death, Approaches. Mandy Has Just Remembered Who's Doing This 2 Her. Mandy Hears Her Footsteps, Now So Much Closer. Mandy, Passes Out. Captured.
Captured.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2023 13:48
- Comment from author about the poem: How About A Touch Of Horror 2 Bless Hapi Valentine's Day, Kind Audience?
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
indeed, this be the ugly reality
we like to forget..
'while the lucky wine n dine
on date nights
somewhere else, thousands
survive
with only horror's tears
as their salty, sips of life'
(but kind friend
never forget empathy, in your depictions
art is art, and stark depictions
a necessity to awaken
delusional, herded minds
but
when our topic is so close
to reality
a tender touch, goes a long way
or so I think)
but what do i know
Right & Exact, L.B. Stay Eazy.
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