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.
People
My own personal hell is humanity
The way the touch and talk
Burns my flesh and organs
I rather be outlined in chalk
I have my own silver bullet
But everyone holds it out of my hand
Take pity and end the poor wolf girls life
Before the bites I violently take land
I want to spread the infection but they're all immune
I hope they get staked in the heart
Because they won't shut up or go away
This bullshit is tearing me apart.
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