Nature at War

12:30 : Midnight12:30 Midnight12:30 : Midnight
Dishes done, Strawberries chopped
With sugar on top, in a bowl in the Fridge.
Clean counters show no reflection,
Yet there she is, my mother, standing
Waiting, blocking my path. The putrid stench
Of vanilla in the air. no need to look,
I can feel her stare. Just one loving hug,
a poison, a nail driven clear through.
If I am your precious little girl?
Then why? What's wrong with you?
Please join the club.
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THE CLUB for Horror/Macabre Literature. bloodstainedwords.
Welcome to the addiction love of DA!
May you enjoy every second of your day, everyday!
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I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt and guess whats inside it!
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