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I scream, plunging down
Past souls in the inky depths
And smell rotting flesh.
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Written for the Vocal Haunted Echoes Challenge. Enter it here:
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd.
My first published poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (6)
This one lingers after ya read it. Conjured up the senses, in a very disturbing way. Great haiku.
Very vivid and detailed with smart word choices.
That sure was creeepppyyyy! Loved it so much!
things nightmares are made from. GREAT poem.
Ooohhh, nice and creepy, Dana! It kind of gives me the same vibes as Poe's short story "The Pit and the Pendulum", but in haiku form (if that makes sense).
Phenomenal work Dana! 💪🏾