He is not here I said
He was left in the trunk of the car
He is scorched wrapped nicely in white blankets
He can't tell you anything more from here
He asked me to grant his last wish
He asked that I spread his ashes
He will still be disturbed if you interfere with this
He will be back for vengeance
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.
