Dear Sally,
Send the dates
There’s a longer way to get there
Trust me on this
I know I’ve been fatal
I know you’ve been fatal
There’s another ten times around
You are so free
You give me things
That I don’t need
So look around inside
And find that treasure chest
Underneath your pillow
And every time I look away there’s color
I should pick up my boots
And move to Colorado
Where I’ve meant to go for ten years
So count your blessings
There might not be another set
To run away with
So count your blessings
I’ve got mine
Let’s go
There’s hanging death
Maybe I’ll meet you
In another place
Love, X
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Writer. Artist. I write horror primarily, but dabble in other genres here and there.
Influenced by Poe, Hawthorne, Ligotti, John Carpenter, and others.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Author of Miscellany Farrago
instagram: @theaaronmorrison
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Outstanding
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Top insights
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Comments (1)
So lovely!🥰