Bloodcurdling Rush Poem by Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
Bloodcurdling Rush
The midnight sky makes this place so dark, while the slides make up this park
All of a sudden, I hear the rusty sound of a swing, and I turn around
It’s blowing back and forth, and that’s not the effect of the weather
A cool rush suddenly flies through me
Is the coast clear, or is there a ghost near?
There are trees, grass, and mud
As I’m trying to run away, I turn into a huge pile of blood
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4/24/2024 7:31:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It has a chilling affect to it and is well writen. Good job.