Lovely Girl, Lonely Girl

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Lovely girl sitting on her swing, swing, swing…

Dark hair shadows her face like string, string, string.

Her feet kick out and she goes high, high, high…

Faster and faster, into the night sky, sky, sky.

Softly, she whispers about a hole, hole, hole…

Where she should have had a soul, soul, soul.

Her deadened eyes stare into mine, mine, mine…

Something about her brings about the shine, shine, shine.

Around her mutters, with your soul I would be complete, eat, eat…

With those words, I beat a hasty retreat, treat, treat.

But who knew that lonely girl could float, float, float.

I felt her cold fingers around my throat, throat, throat…

As I fade away, I feel her kiss, kiss, kiss.

Her bony hand takes mine into the abyss, abyss, abyss…

The lovely girl was barely skin and bone, bone, bone.

I and the lonely girl are no longer alone, alone, alone…

Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name and the Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Twistin' Matilda.

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