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Your voice haunts me. Your image dances in my head. I cannot escape this feeling that's been filling me with dread. I am in a constant cycle of anxiety and despair, 'cause every time I go to sleep,
How could I be so blind? How could he do this to me? Dead, I am Haunted, he will be
Follow-~> The woman in blackWho looks for her child. <~- Retreat To the safety of homeWhen the child is found Open-~> The book of spellsAnd wait till nine <~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house. The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
(poems go here) There once was a man named Ted, Who decided one night to look under the bed. What he saw, it seemed, Really made him scream. And now, he has no head.
As I lay awake in bed at night My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight Though invisible, they’re plain in sight Stenciled images in black and white They scream and wail, unending fight
Oh mama can you see the sinking ships in my eyes in my tears can you see the glass bones that hold me together are breaking at my hips? and can you see the lies on my lips