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What I've Become
Hi I'm new to this site. Anyway here's my story: What I've Become The handle of the knife feels good in my hand as I creep silently along the hallway. ...
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Inside of Me (tanka horror poem)
Basically tanka is an asian style of poems. Here's the rules: A tanka has: 5 lines 5 syllables on the first and third lines 7 syllables on the second, fourth, ...
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Fluffy bread tanka
i pound the bread dough imagining it’s your face you make me want to eat a bullet, kill myself bread will be fluffy tonight What do you think of the ...
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Seven PM haiku
the clock chimes seven I sense my impending doom then my date drives up
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The Dark Room
sweat slides along strings of black twine carving grooves in her pale flesh the blood vessel orchestra pounds in her ears hinges creak door opens it enters the room lifts ...
