Still Dying
Yet another Poem
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Pugnent. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting the stench of my old rotting flesh is overwhelming I must of been dead for more than a few days I slow myself down to look back your screams seem to be gone maybe I am safe my tired bones need rest so I sit. Where is the sound that was played so feverishly that not even my carcass could ignore... suddenly I hear the beating begin this time louder than before I must be nearby my feet rapidly soar toward its direction I can only live for this harsh sound. I see a man, his face is painted in a red substance, his eyes fierce and steady instantly I am in love. His foreign skin and figure something new at least to me and I could only live for him and his creation of such inexplicable noise. But he won't have me. My decomposing meat was.. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting pugnent.
About the Creator
Natasha Marie Aguirre
Dramatic terror inducing horror stories is something I live and bleed. If you read and take a liking to ''Allegiance' written by me and shown on my profile. I will post more of my work in the near future. Thank boo for lurking by
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