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DeRicki Johnson Oct 6
Being tracked By a Even Baal thinks insane It’s drawn to my soul Like a To a flame That’s why I’m At your door Begging you let me in But there’s Something wrong In your terrible grin It’s plain He’s possessed you— Unfortunate friend
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Jill Safran Oct 17
In Ancient Egypt, cats of all colors were held in high esteem. It wasn't until the middle ages that a was associated with black magic. However, not every culture agreed. In Scotland, Japan, and Germany a black cat is a sign of good luck.
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Tamsin S. Oct 5
Something tells me that I've been too long. have settled on your heart. Your touch is November. And when we kiss my tongue tickles a fat, wagging maggot in your jaw.
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Helen Whistberry Oct 30
The girl clambered aboard the pretty doe. Together they flew back down the path to the carnival. There, the had gathered: badger, bear, owl, elephant, and many more besides, made whole again. But of her brothers, there was no sign. "Magic has its price."
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DK Marie❣️ Oct 5
I was a moth To your flame Begging for warmth You went away Taking your heart And heat I'll wait Here in the shadows And ashes Of our love
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Jamie Oct 23
the ghostly children can be heard as the phantom carousel spins overwhelming feelings trappings of illusion ..or is it real deathly laughter malicious dead eyes, dressed in black but this carousel, no ghostly sound ..just the emptiness of death
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❄️Talk To The Hatter🎩 Oct 25
Blood for blood his slithering voice scolds Blood for blood In your mind and soul Blood for Blood As you take his knife Blood for blood As you take the life. Image- Aesthetics
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(Ghost) Storm ☽✪☾ Oct 1
Replying to @MadQueenStorm
There was a bite to the night air, Garrett flipped her collar up, stuffed her hands in her pockets, doing her best to ignore the frisson of ice that snaked down her back as she passed the boundary. There was no turning back now.
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DK Marie❣️ Oct 4
You tell me step right up The lights dim A shiver runs over my skin Settling into my bones I let out a soft moan Of fright and delight As we take a little spin On this carousel of sin
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Just a girl Oct 1
Three times You said her name Now she is risen from the mist In her circle of flames She comes to collect your sins To open the dark circus Of your mind And let the wicked carnival Begin... Art | Pinterest
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Harlequin Grim Oct 31
In gratitude for all the enthusiasm and participation in , and I decided to host a ! We're gifting a fountain pen and notebook in the hopes you never stop creating. To enter: - Retweet this! - Reply with your proudest piece from the list
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Janice Leagra Oct 30
A energy filled my body, traveling from the roots of my hair, down my neck, along my limbs, to my fingertips and toes. All my life I'd been one of the . That was changing tonight.
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Indigenous Soul Oct 5
Moth bones sacrificed upon the cemetery carnival fire Burning with jesters' grace that somehow went away.
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Cassondra Windwalker Oct 30
I was one of the misfits, but you, my sweet girl, were the star that shone undimmed for those who walked both in the day and the night. Now you shine in a strange sky, and my bloody hands are unilluminated. But I am coming, love. I am coming. Wait but a little.
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M. Marie Oct 29
Concupiscent corpses, warm bodies bewitched, hot-blooded misfits, blend into the back of the scene to enact obscene gestures below the belt & achieve not love, but the skeleton of that dream. warm misfits bewitched 266 pic no. 2
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Harlequin Grim Oct 31
October 31st Your final word is . "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." ― Edgar Allan Poe
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Soulhearts Oct 3
,Day 3, Bones *photo from Unsplash by Jairo Alzate i carry an ache inside and sometimes like today it gets so heavy that it crushes all the bones in my body and i couldn't move because with the bones my broken heart parts...
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LadyDay 👩🏻‍💻 Oct 3
I found her in an abandoned shed, still shackled, forgotten & left to die. Only skin and , she couldn’t move when I broke her chain with my ax and carried her home. Look at her her now, a beauty, a fighter, a huntress with sharp teeth. I named her fluffy.
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LadyDay 👩🏻‍💻 Oct 6
Sweat and paint drips down the ’s face. His eyes are rolled up to the balls he juggles, mouth apart, feet shuffles, the bells on his hat jingle. The king’s eyes are fixed elsewhere, bored again—his true entertainment is when he makes this fool scream.
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Janice Leagra Oct 28
What was happening?! I was me in my head. Someone else controlled my body. I asked Lester to help, but what came out were curses. The tentacles of his hat became burning . He ran screaming into the Forest. I followed, gibbering. Things were .
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