the spookiest of the three night horrors poems i wrote! here's an important life tip: don't kill girls named isabelle :) also, i totally didn't forget to post this morning............ thanks for reading!!
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isabelle
isabelle
with her
golden curls
they weren't
so golden
in the end
or so they
tell me
isabelle
isabelle
her name like
a sad echo
a whisper
in hallways
to remind those
who refuse to
believe
that the dead
can awaken
a story
told to children
goosebumps
on pale skin
isabelle
isabelle
she must've been
frightened
pale blue eyes
watery
like a stream
in need of a
good long rain
painfully silent
why didn't she
scream
isabelle
isabelle
she was going to
grow old
turn nineteen
buy new
shoes
and marry
james
the pride of the
town
with her
neat blue dress
it wasn't so
blue
in the end
isabelle
isabelle
pearl necklaces
saved for her
sweet sixteen
she used to
sit on the
window seat
and look up
at the sky
she was
staring at the
clouds
when they
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