On Tuesday, I found her body.
It was just there for anyone to find, for anyone to take.
I couldn't help myself.
I know I shouldn't have done it.
Father will be so upset.
What was I supposed to do? Just leave it?
Leave it for anyone to possess... to- to consume?
It's mine now, and I'm not giving it back.
No one can take it from me. Not even he can.

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More Questions Than Answers: Poetry of Horror
PuisiPoems inspired by the "Scared to Death" podcast, ghost stories I've heard, and my own experiences. Note: Any of these snippets can be used for longer stories, as long as credit is given. Thanks.