Matt Ladouceur
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Just currious to see where I can go with this
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Beyond the black gate
In my youth I was troubled by horrid dreams. One so much re-occurring with great ferocity that still unnerves me. The minor details always changing, wandering for days through a desert, a dense forest, or glacial tundra. Walking or sometimes running from an unknown terror. Every time, there's a moment where I turn around and behold a monolithic set of double doors made of pitched iron or some sort of strange dark bronze.
By Matt Ladouceur3 years ago in Horror
Ache
Blood boiling and heart adrift, longing am I to feel that loathsome touch again. My pain is known by poets and scholars of the ages, nothing new can be learned, only a re-telling of a suffering as old as man and woman themselves. I can scarcely breath at the thought of you, my chest a rolling heart attack that consumes my being each waking night. Yet I beg to be comforted only by you. A toxicity familiar to us both, and a nature as vicious, made of tooth, spit, and tongue.
By Matt Ladouceur3 years ago in Poets
