Treasure Island

Ramona Thompson


A Halloween Lover's Tale


Haunted by him
A beast of a man with a rotting tongue to kiss and a touch as cold as the grave
Left with no choice each Halloween I must surrender to his most unnatural of carnal desires
Lower myself into a vat of flesh eating worms and die all over again
Over and over again
Wicked fate has decreed this be the wedding night we dead live through at least once every Halloween
Evil groom with an ax to grind into his lying bride whose secret lover she never met that night
No mercy and no rest for two wicked souls rotting together forever more in unholy matrimony

2008 Ramona Thompson

Submitted: Monday, October 27, 2008

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