There was no question that you are mine.
The world knew.
So, why did you fight it?
We are meant to be.
Embrace it. Embrace us.
It's too late now.
You can't undo the harm you've caused me, caused us.
It's no secret I get what I want.
Always.
Embrace it. Embrace us.
Your actions have consequences.
We could have done this the easy way, but you wouldn't let me.
What will I do? I know you're curious.
Your punishment will come. I won't forget.
Embrace it. Embrace us.
"But when? But how?" you ask.
You'll know. When the day comes, you'll know.
This could have been avoided.
You forced me to do this. I didn't want to.
If only you'd embraced it. Embraced us.
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More Questions Than Answers: Poetry of Horror
PoetryPoems 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.