Graves at Midnight

November 15, 2016
By StrongToTheCore GOLD, Ashburn, Virginia
StrongToTheCore GOLD, Ashburn, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Don't close the blast doors to your heart. ❤️


Goosebumps forming on your skin as you
Reach out into the dense fog.
Avenues of souls lay in front of you, giving a frightening chill.
Vexed at your friends' devilish ways, you creep into the living nightmare, a place where the
Everlasting screams haunt your mind.
You yelp as your foot trips over a piece of foliage.  You curse at it, then suddenly stand still.  The decayed remains of an
Arm replaces the branch, that was in a deceptive disguise.  You
Reel back, eyes darting frantically.  Blast that stupid dare!  You back away, and run out of the area as fast as you can, not seeing the arm, that is now
Dragging the surface of the soil, and waving back at you.



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on Nov. 21 2016 at 5:58 pm
StrongToTheCore GOLD, Ashburn, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Don't close the blast doors to your heart. ❤️

@TheGreat1 Thank you so much!! :D

on Nov. 21 2016 at 4:20 pm
TheGreat1 BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
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I like the way you explained and brought out the imagery in your poem


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