Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend  and Hastywords   I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…


31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS)   Bruised Where the rope Roped to rafters Rafted into eternity Lines Like jagged railroad tracks Tracked her soft white skin Skinned her fleshy neck Left Like a beaten rag doll Dolled up with defeat Defeated by finality