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Through these doors... |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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Decaying bodies all over the place, Skin is slithering away revealing the insides, Nails curl up filling the air with the stench of despair, Below the fingernails maggots establish their feeding grounds, Ankles cut deep to the bone, Dogs come racing forward picking out the perfect treat, Screams from banshee bleed my ears, Making a bed from human remains I lay sound asleep, I leap to my feet as a touch of warmth engulfs my face, Blood and puss mixed together making their daily route towards the sewer, Awaken now I ponder once more, To what crimes was I brought through these doors? |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
*gulp* |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Ok Ive got to get the night light out again!!! It is well written...just scary, but you did the job of portraying an image for sure!!!Good Job!!! The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thank you for the comments. I try to do my best to write the good stuff. Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Totally gruesome, totally intense,...simply, riveting!!! Whoa!!! X, how dark!!! Be well. *Peace. |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
i humbly bow in the presence of the imagery master........ just divine. exceptional work nox. way to go. kynder Sunshine can not bleach The snow, Nor time unmake what Poets know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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