Petite pen 50 words or less inspired by Welder Wings painting, challenge by KHartless.com Yard Sale of Thoughts
Your spirit haunts me
Jaunts through my thoughts
My living hell
Sauntered through dried bones
For a love that is gaunt
Hollow cheeks sunken eyes cracked lips
Your face disturbed my sleep
I woke with your voice speaking over me
Dying breath stealing mine
A fallen victim to a dying love
By Pamelap
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.
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7 thoughts on “Spirits”
It’s that last line that makes this so eerie and spine-chilling. I can see it now that sunken face of a lover in decay. Bravo! 👏🏼👏🏼
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It’s that last line that makes this so eerie and spine-chilling. I can see it now that sunken face of a lover in decay. Bravo! 👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you, this was a fun write too! 💕😊
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This is so evocative, even without the image.
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Thank you 😊 I had fun with this prompt too!!
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You’re welcome
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Totally gives a deep mental insight ✨
Nice💯
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Thank you 😊 I had fun with this prompt!
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