ALAS THE AFTERLIFE IS CROOL. AWEARY
AWEARY
EGOG MY BONES THEY RATTLE THEY
SHATTER
BY THE LONELINESS I ENDURE
DAY 2 DAY
EGOG
I DESIRE 2 BE CARESSED
BUT ALAS I AM A PHANTOM
OF A LUSTFUL NIGHT
BLESSED I SHALL NEVER BE
OHHHH ALAAAAS
i died with my cherry still ripe my garden unflowered
my menstrual stream
runs softly
to the tune of my weeping lament
far
in the valleys of
death.
EGOG.
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The Lament of the Lonely Dean by Gertrude Curtis won 4th Place in our 2016 Halloween Creative Writing Competition