I have slipped to far,
aphelion from my skin..
I reach out,
but I know not where to begin..
Locked in silence,
I fear the sound of my voice,
Dreams have turned to nightmares,
no longer do I feel comfort in my toy..
I walk around my shop,
switchblade in hand..
I slit the throat of my captive,
I feel the need to start again..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
