Fantasy/ Horror Fiction Writer and poet

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Black Body

Every bully’s insult

All those blocked-off roads

Each abandoned nightmare

Pooled up until they froze

I forgot about this place

I escaped on my bicycle

Childhood’s black hole

Has formed into an icicle

It’s growing in my soul

It’s heavy and it’s cold

I hope that it will melt someday

It’s got a stubborn hold