Kitschy-Kitschy-Coo

Future Tense

The nightmare rested in that kitschy urn
consuming his every breath
cold irony of death


© 4/1/2017


submitted to – Form K – Kimo – Poetry Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Dietrich Avatar
April 2, 2017 at 7:01 PM
oohhh, eerie. I need to look up the words Constance gave us (except for keepsake)
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