A collection of Sad, Creepy short stories

My poetry is gold Written with a smirk or a scowl Poured out from the depths of my soul And mashed to words in a bowl decanted in the form of ink on rusty paper folds worth more than the price of mink my treasure to behold I write about my life and other people's strife cut deep with the edge of a knife and I'll write till my afterlife my poetry is my boat to keep my heart afloat as you journey through the tides and depths of a magical soul _B.Chimere 🕸🕸🕸 ~Wíŋs~ 🕸🕸🕸 🥇1st place in the #Splash poetry awards, October 2019 🥈2nd place in the Nigerians books awards 2020. 🥉3rd place in the #Sunflower awards, October 2019. Nu