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The toy box in my bedroom. A short story by Goodnightnina

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Once upon a time, perhaps in another dimension of sorts. Or perhaps an altered reality ( a parallel to the norm which had been departed ). There was a world… it was a dark world like our own although the visions and communications to the mind lay shrouded in an unknown; as to wake up drunk in an amusement park in an abandoned ghost town. All those who enter this realm are intoxicated… euphoric… Or confused.

In this place the laws of physics are often bent, finding oneself transporting from one place to the next. Perhaps flying over the maps of which the reality created unto itself. It is itself; a living and growing place. It’s a place you’ve never been, but you have, faces you’ve never seen but it’s as though a permanent dejavu. Traveling along to its ominous melody.

I find myself in this place often. I climb…

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Listening to my corrupted mind…

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The words are too sharp

Shuttering my soul

My eyes wide as the moon

Calling to the night to save me

With no answer replied

Like a knife gliding along my vertebrae

Defenseless against my own self doubt

Every minute every moment longer than the last

Glimpsing in astonishment; the utter darkness of my mind

Terrified in disgust

I’m trembling in my

Menacing vibrations

That I created

I can’t take this anymore

Finishes the poem*

Nina

Goodnightnina’s: Dont make me… Dark Slam Poetry

Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.

When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit

Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.

You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.

Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,

I’ll chill a moment… amen”

Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.

I hope you use it….

They used to tell me “get ghost.”

Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.

I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….

You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****

“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”

People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body    inside out and CONVEX.

Ghosts in the shade…

When the stars lit I’m outside your window.

Don’t make me crawl in.