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Our writers group on Halloween

Our writers Group on Halloween

Pen to paper,
Monsters gather to bleed
across blank pages,
twisted wisps that seep
ghostly thoughts,
those darksome demons
once sought, now vanquished.
Adverbs languish
between noun-verb-noun,
now slash at semi-colons,
hide from exclamation marks...
dot... dot... dot...
gallop towards predetermined
dénouements,
some quaint surprise,
some gruesome plot
of poison, vengeance, death
by rot; the reason
for their treason lurking
in warped minds
that search to find mistaken jots,
then cross them out.

© Kåre Enga (31.oktober.2017) [174.286]

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