Something is chewing at my feet ..
Blood soaks the rug as
it takes nourishment.
My life will be just a stain.
A stain in the shape of a fallen man,
a starfish, a galaxy...
We all fall to the stars, heroes in our own worlds,
and hear the songs the quasars sing....
While our mortal remains
Lay like fallen, bloody Tree Stars,
Rotting back to earth
This is a collaborative piece inspired by @ChicagoLiterati asking "Tweet us your spookiest #sixwordhorrorstory"
The words are by @Wolfpaw36 & @voimaoy
Illustration courtesy of gail_mi
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