#horror
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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This one was from a prompt on/around 5/30. Something about doomscrolling. I had a darkly humorous take on it with a kind of Terry Pratchet vibe going in my head. But then it turned weirdly personal and just became this ugly venting thing that is hard to read. I would like to put a disclaimer
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This is a genre-bending poem that winds up being 5-6 minutes when read aloud or 5 pages printed. However, I think the payoff is worth it in the end. Originally from a prompt: “to describe what animal or plant you would be reborn as”. I asked if cryptids counted and they laughed and said yes…
Poetry With Hart 