• houseofbeardman 5w

    Guest.

    It was yellow and it floated in the dark
    It had flowery patterns over it's skull
    The sky dark, nothing comprehensible
    The tongue slimy and black
    With putrid malodorous smell
    Dripping saliva, sticky like the snails slime
    I may only watch from afar.

    In a room with a blueish hue
    The mirror stood atop the dresser
    The shadows plenty and powerful
    Covering my sight, without thoughts...

    TO BE CONTINUED.
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