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The End of Me

Who knows what horrors await... Bwahahahaha!

By Debora DyessPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The ghosts all walked around this place,

Each without mercy, without grace.

They moaned and whined but never talked;

Around this place, the ghosts all walked.

The haunting was completely wild,

With ghostly ghouls, one ghostly child.

They ambled here, I guess, because

Completely wild, the haunting was.

I stared at them in silent awe -

I can't describe the things I saw.

I felt the world begin to dim...

In silent awe, I stared at them.

And then a hand reached out for me.

I couldn't think; I couldn't breathe.

And I saw death where life had been.

A hand reached out for me and then –

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Debora Dyess

Start writing...I'm a kid's author and illustrator (50+ publications, including ghostwriting) but LOVE to write in a variety of genres. I hope you enjoy them all!

Blessings to you and yours,

Deb

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