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Oct 2010
the graveyard is humming quietly
as I sleep in the shack nearby
the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze
vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine
I can hear them tossing in their sleep
he pulls me closer
he hears it too
he is frightened
my dauntless man quivers
I close my eyes
the world around me crumples
like a wet newspaper
a dead man appears by the door
rips out my throat with his rotting teeth
surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin
he is screaming
I have brought your halo! you are no longer young
and I may touch you as I please!
he is breathing fire from his nostrials
spewing words that I can no longer comprehend.

I am infinity!
I am the freedom that is death!
I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities!
I am coming down really ******* hard!

I open my eyes
beside me still
he breathes quietly
over the sounds
of the graveyard humming
Written by
Sarah Michelle
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