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shifty
shifty 17 Sep 2012 Tag: haunted

A her house

she had no key to her home. she had to crawl in the window every day. but that’s ok, at least she had somewhere to stay. she had no food in the house, so she couldn’t eat. but she pretended to dine anyway. she couldn’t take a bath. the water was black to punish her. so she sang...

shifty
shifty 17 Sep 2012 Tag: haunted

A In The Halls

“what is it like to be crazy?” she asked me after all these years. “come on,” i say “you know no one ever promised Sybil a rose garden once she had been interrupted. why should i tell?” And I fade in color to the rest of the world while inside i...

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