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Carrots From the Crypt

Tender orange tentacles wrapped their wrath around the cascade inferno.  A family of mental turmoil pulses through spinning entanglements. The madness, ZER0 days remaining; my mind erupted. Caught up, caught up. Living off of the same bench for two wwweeks, sleeping under the clouds, the pests. No rest. You either have to kill or choose to accept death. Every night, Halloween in my chest. Dear Death, your soul is mine.

~That Dude Eddie~

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Love and Peace.

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8 comments on “Carrots From the Crypt

  1. Halloween in my chest. Dear Death, your soul is mine.
    Love this line.. very powerful use of words.

  2. this has quite the pulse to it. lots of inner wrestling, but nicely done.

  3. wow that took me on a journey! that’s awesome!

  4. Poetic prose, passionate and desperate – well done – Diane

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