Natasha Marie Aguirre
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Dramatic terror inducing horror stories is something I live and bleed. If you read and take a liking to ''Allegiance' written by me and shown on my profile. I will post more of my work in the near future. Thank boo for lurking by
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Still Losing
Where... could this be. Death its fully plausible...I feel no emotions except for a vague and distilled version of confusion. I can see two lights through the fog of my mind. My eyes? I float over to get a view of the outside. You still are beside me. Never did you go. The faint feeling of confusion is gone. Drums I hear drums.Where. I watch your facial expression do you hear the beat? The sound is so vivid I feel something. A strong passion is brewing from my soul I burst. With that I am alive again. You seem shocked. With all your might you try choking the life out of me. I run towards the sound. Where is the sound. You scream at the top of your lungs ''Never will you go!'' Every muscle in my body wants to prove you wrong. Only how? Where.
By Natasha Marie Aguirre3 years ago in Poets
Still Dying
Pugnent. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting the stench of my old rotting flesh is overwhelming I must of been dead for more than a few days I slow myself down to look back your screams seem to be gone maybe I am safe my tired bones need rest so I sit. Where is the sound that was played so feverishly that not even my carcass could ignore... suddenly I hear the beating begin this time louder than before I must be nearby my feet rapidly soar toward its direction I can only live for this harsh sound. I see a man, his face is painted in a red substance, his eyes fierce and steady instantly I am in love. His foreign skin and figure something new at least to me and I could only live for him and his creation of such inexplicable noise. But he won't have me. My decomposing meat was.. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting pugnent.
By Natasha Marie Aguirre3 years ago in Poets
Still Breathing
Slow inhale. Long exhale. I stare into your cold dead eyes as you lay before me your lifeless corpse just as beautiful as it was when you lived I breathe upon you and you blink. Not possible! I seen the life leave your earthly body I seen the light leave your eyes I seen you leave me... You lift up and stand before me and open your mouth then speak. At first you make sounds like a wounded bird cooing then I hear the brut words ''Never will I go.'' My body freezes this cannot be truth I feel a sharp painless jab then I drop before you. Now you stare into my cold dead eyes... Slow... inhale long... exhale.
By Natasha Marie Aguirre5 years ago in Poets
