Dusty cobwebs cover old books
moth-eaten sweaters hang in the closet
dirt gathered in the corners of the room
the door creaked as he opened it
she was pale and clearly dead
her eyes were in shock; frigidly plastered open
the toll of karma
she had fallen
A contest entry
- one day ;; contest. by Kathraina.
400 points, ended October 28, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love the imagery you painted at the beginning to really set in the rest of the tale. the brevity here is absolutely amazing, and the tale intriguing almost making me wish there was more! chilling and unique, i absolutely love it!
bravo and thank you for entering
♥ kate -
deep in though and so lost this soul who wept in heart to seize in this toil of life bereaved... no karma well penned dear niece you have said so much in depth thank you for sharing hugs always Angel♥
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