The Sunday Whirl: Story of Horror

Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl:

leaping halo twig serene face killing sighs page quiver numb voice mind

With a halo on her head and a voice inside her mind
The face of evil shot back numbing words she couldn’t find
The quiver of her lips replace serene thoughts and calmness
Like twigs that scratch on window sills, it is no warm caress
She turned the page with a long sigh to see what else it’d bring
But nothing could prepare her for deplorable killing
Leaping to her feet and throwing pages to the floor
She knew that was a vile world she would visit nevermore.

©2023 CBialczak

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