Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
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Empty
Lying in wait in darkness deep
A swarm of shadows creeps ever closer
Slithering tendrils twist and writhe
Bind, burrow, gnaw, grind
Chew and swallow, bite by bite
And leave behind a husk
Carved out and hollow