DANGLING HORROR November 20, 2016Susanne Leist Source:darkpassenger1313 DANGLING HORROR It dangles before me. A horror to be felt. All consuming. Almost tasted. Walls closing in. Becoming a coffin. My fears locked in. Waiting to be unleashed. Darkness holds me. Stiff as a corpse. A tiny dot of light. A peek at my tormentor. A glimpse of hell. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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