10:45pm

Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one's mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable "hunger" and depression burn within; my heart roasting. My mouth dries, pupils enlarge, beat quickens... drool oozing down my chin as Death takes me home.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Fitzy Marlote

Written for a Halloween contest; it's actually a 50-word horror story. All others entries were pure fantasy so, my submission was based on reality.

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