Times dripping
the drill is in my head
Closed eyes darkness leading winding to dread
Hearts bearing showing through
Like a glass cutlet all the way through
Glow how your eyes grow
Mesmerised tingling warm
long I stand back a ghost
Unspinning my web
I will not be push from my arms
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His eyes are ruined. Bloodshot, strained, unfocused. They have forgotten all colours. All colours bar orange. The never ending orange. His chest heaves with the effort of moving. His lungs creak.
Around me. Circling. Like knives. Twisting. Laughter in cruelty. Grinning. They are so joyful in their malice. My punishers. My liberators. Singing. I am surrounded.
Shadows surrounding me So much so that I can't see Dark places that bring nightmares I can't make a sound⦠I just stare. I walk faster. I've got to run. I want to see the light of the sun.
Black. White. Red. Colours of a joke he recalled, but now there was no laughter, only his own screams as he ran, ran forever through the Hell he'd fallen into. No way out, no way back.
By Gemma Doyle. I am what scares you in your dreams. I know your greatest fears. I live in part of you and in part of other people. I can make your heart pound and make you faint with fright.
Cracks of moonlight illuminating bruised skin and flesh so polluted it's cast in hues of purple and grey. In the nighttime there's not a whisper. Only silence fills this house.
It came to rest in the corner of my room, concealing its face under the cover of a cool twilight.
This is lovely but your word ghost has got the letters mixed, you can still change it, it's a shame not to as it stops the flow. I like it though, well done! π
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