Chapter 29:

Shotgun Girl

Sarette's Reve De Mort: And Other Stories


Anna-Marie with herBookmark here

Shotgun, walked with spursBookmark here

Barely attachedBookmark here

To her boots. Shivers.Bookmark here


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Vert montagna dripsBookmark here

Sprinkling, sprinkling acid rain...Bookmark here

Crackling thunder claps.Bookmark here


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The sunset goes down, raindrops to the dirt,Bookmark here

Not a time for death, or a fast growth spurt.Bookmark here

Midnight horizon, the darkness of closet noir.Bookmark here

No more churches or blasphemy when the deadBookmark here

Does not hop from their graves, falling headBookmark here

First into another oblivion, total darknessBookmark here

All surrounds the illusion of one's life.Bookmark here

Dreams that match the inner darkness, wiltingBookmark here

Birth the decaying flowers, bye spring silkingBookmark here

Never worn by the brides of the crypt, shakingBookmark here

Down to their very core, death on ancient shore.Bookmark here

A line of lively poetry, clipped short.Bookmark here


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Anna-Marie with herBookmark here

Shotgun, walked with spursBookmark here

Barely attachedBookmark here

To her boots. Shivers.Bookmark here


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Montagna vertBookmark here

During the off season...Bookmark here

All else corvid season.Bookmark here


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IllusionBookmark here

Of life and death.Bookmark here

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