My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

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My Poetry

I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt. 

I threw away my favorite shirt. And, it kind of hurt. But I couldn't wear it anymore. I couldn't walk around in denial of the red assault stain tattooed near the collar of the shirt. So, I threw my favorite shirt away. Because of a drunk idiot at a concert this summer. The carcass of… Continue reading I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt.