Grosteque Stories

A collection of poetry which I call my own.

A simple place where people can read quotes and poems and if they can relate, they relate. Dark poetry, morbid poetry, gothic poetry and maybe a quote here and there. Enjoy

"I dug that hole, I remember abruptly, horrified by how my deteriorating memories of the past few hours are gradually converging. Like pieces of a puzzle, each connection reveals a story." This horror story speaks of the narrator graduallu slipping into insanity, reality and mental images indistiguishable. Unknown guilt of the unforvivable blood on his hands and the body beneath him. "Ebony. My beautiful bride". Yet not all is as it seems, for the corpse breathes. What could be so unforgivable? HI I AM LauRAthor AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY BOOK. PLEASE READ AND COMMENT! THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT