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Blood stained hands, behind the door
Tell a tale, of life, no more
Never shall they see the light
Scared to death, they screamed, affright
Tried to free themselves, in vain
Never to be free again
Guarded by unearthly ghouls
Maybe this is April Fool’s
No, it’s October, all Hallows soon
When the spirits are again attune
To capture next, their earthly prey
Steal the human souls, away
But humans push back, try to run
They don’t consider this much fun
Against the door, their bodies heave
Try as they may, they still can’t leave
Locked inside this hellish glass
Together, remaining, forever, en masse
Photo & Poem ©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
What’s interesting about the writer…is that they see everyday things in ways that no one else sees them. Is it just a mass produced piece of thin plastic with painted hands printed on it? A thing to decorate the door that will be priced half off on November,1st? Or is it………one of a kind? The poet makes us wonder or shudder…
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Hoo…. hoo…..scary good, Dorinda!
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Thank you very much, Erika! I love October…lots of ghoulish things to write about 😉
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Oh my yes, you just inspired me… hmmm…. looking forward to Tuesday!!!
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oooh! Can’t wait to read what you come up with!!
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Me neither….. lol!!!
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Boo!
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AH!
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