I have a mighty garden
It's pretty and unique
The seeds I've sown are special grown
From dirt beneath my feet
But how, you say, as tall as they, can come from just the ground?
I have a special secret; once you know, you never will be found
Your bones will feed my garden
Powdered, painted, rot
When the crows come home to find you
You'll already be forgot
Nightshades, flowers, lions mane
And even baby's breath
Life will sprout
Where you are out
6 feet beneath the draught
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Christiane Winter
Science fiction, horror, and dark comedy enthusiast. I have been a GM for D&D for 10 years, playing for nearly 20. Like all aspiring authors, I have hundreds of stories, and almost none have been finished.
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The Singer So Shy
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato7 days ago in Fiction
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nice
Absolutely love this, beautiful work always!