Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Lectures!

Your tone so piercing
Ever appearing
In my haunted
Ghoulsih dreaming

It penetrates
Claws at my skin
And causes hate
With an evil grin

Like a sharp nail
It drives it home
Yes, you prevail
So I won't roam

You could have said
Please and thank-you
You chose instead
And your tone grew

And now in gloom
Do I obligue
To clean my room
Without a cry

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