Don’t tell me you can’t see her.
I know she’s there.
I’ve always known about her.
Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
You can see her too.
You can see what she looks like.
Her with her sunken face.
Her with her knotted hair.
Her with her bony body.
Don’t tell me she’s not real.
I can tell you that she’s real.
She can tell you she’s real.
Why not ask her?
Don’t tell me you’re afraid.
Go on and ask her.
I’ve done it plenty of times.
Just ask her if she’s real.
She’s waiting for a question.
Don’t tell me you don’t want her.
Don’t tell her you don’t want her.
She’ll get very angry.
Please don’t make her angry anymore.
Just ask her a question.
Here, I’ll ask for you.
Who do you want me to kill?
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
