Grave by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Death would be adorned if not knowing it comes but once; once to the prepaid grave no one will visit. Death would be quick as heartbreak; each nerve pulsating...
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Cerelia by MYRYN VILLAFLOR devoid of freshness, a vague scent of life is diffused in the air. of mossy veins entwined, around her thigh and morel mushrooms strewn around her hair, hushed...
I Pledge Allegiance to My Life... by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Her grave prime with roses she devours her allegiance as death grimly watches her disguise She showers with her ordinance, tear-stained...
My Graveyard Musings by RANDY BARISH This spectral world, where few have tread As Summer days to Autumn pass In somber shade, reside the dead The cooling winds, their Requiem Mass. The names...