Little beast was once a man.
Covered in ash and mud
He sat on his porch smoking his pipe,
telling tales of swallowing humming birds whole.
He was known as a giant, but had a small heart
It barley had enough thumps to keep his humanity in tact.
As he got older, he would boast about no longer swallowing humming birds
but had moved on to small children, puppies and then adults.
He never laughed or cried,
He would just sit smoking his pipe,
Rubbing his belly from his latest feast,
Till the earth's inhabitants became deceased.
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Placed in a hole, I’m waiting for a beacon to shine its light upon my hand. To look at you straight into eyes, cast down up cement memories.... -
Every summer he would send her letters. Evelyn was thrilled when they arrived. The anticipation of receiving them after the long winter woul...
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At night, the stairs of this old house creaks Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night. The shadow movements, the ...
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