The old floor opened
It laughed as it ate my flesh
Renovation done
Author’s Note
This Haiku was written based on my short story published on Medium by Horror Hounds on March 24, 2022. Here is the link:
https://medium.com/horror-hounds/floored-6b7c5ed83baf
About the Creator
Star Love Grey
An actress/singer/dancer who discovered a new creative passion because when theatres went dark, so did I. I tried writing and I lit back up. Let me light you up with my words, too.
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