Death by fright
3 am in the night
when slimy things
crawl with evil
intention
where Coffin Flies fly
and the sky is a scar
that’s all you get to look at
not to mention
a stinking mattress and
a heavy clanking chain
she saw what he did to the other girls’ brain
A frantic
frenzied
desperate head
pleading, begging, wishing
to be dead
Haunting
hurting
watching eyes
that cut glass with spite
coming for you
strangling life
killing you with fright
© Kait King, 2015
😨😨😨 Goosebumps!
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😁great!!😊🌻✌
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Woq
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🤔😁?
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I was writing wow😉
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😁thanks!🙏
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Creepy!
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Perfect!😁🌻
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Great poem.
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Thank you 🙂🙏
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So ghoulish.
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😁👊perfect! Thank you!
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Most welcome
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🙂
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Love it!!
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😁🙏 thanks!!
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perfect
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😔
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Chilling poem. I always pray during these times. We would love your thoughts on our new short called A few good Fries. Be sure to let us know what you think at our Blog Gastradamus
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Thank you, I will do so! 🙂
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Cant wait to hear your thoughts beautiful
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Great site and writing! ☺
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Thank you so much, thank you so much for the Feedback Kate. The more thoughts the merrier. Can’t wait to hear what you think of the others
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Cheers! 🙂 Thanks for visiting me too. It’s great getting feedback and I’ll no doubt see you about 😀
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Love it Kait.
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Thank youuuuu! :))
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💋😄
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Reblogged this on Kait King.
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