october : 31st.
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the blood moon glows eerily
on the pitch black canvas,
i shiver ─ the frosty october breeze
seeping through my fragile bones.
you feel my goosebumps,
tender touch tugging at my heartstrings
the wolves howl in the badlands ─
reminding me of the empty mansions.
rocking chairs dancing to
their own tempo,
hourglasses upside down
the church clock strikes the
witching hour,
and i always recoil ─
to my forlorn graveyard.
── hauntings.
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a/n : spooky season special poetry!
i wrote this on halloween! boo!
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Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
