04-10-2014, 10:48 PM
I've written and rewritten this about 3 times now. Very unhappy with it but it's already the 10th so thought I should just post it.
Her veil dropped to the ground as they grabbed
and dragged her behind the baker's van
which once smell of burnt bread, but now reeks
of charred metal. It hasn't moved for months.
She had hoped to leave before the horrors reached
us with their long claws. They snuck in at night
proclaiming us free from his iron grasp...
but he had never squeezed.
Dark fingers leave red marks on her uncovered neck,
she looks at me, eyes screaming run!
Her veil dropped to the ground as they grabbed
and dragged her behind the baker's van
which once smell of burnt bread, but now reeks
of charred metal. It hasn't moved for months.
She had hoped to leave before the horrors reached
us with their long claws. They snuck in at night
proclaiming us free from his iron grasp...
but he had never squeezed.
Dark fingers leave red marks on her uncovered neck,
she looks at me, eyes screaming run!
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.