Excellent Endless consequences... Gone Not Gone by Shirley Ann Bunyan      100 Word Horror Contest Winner

I kiss your forehead gently as you rest. You murmur vaguely, furrowing your brow, as black of night seeks weakly to oppress the agitated thoughts that haunt you now. You lie alone and yet the voices spill in angry whispers, raging into screams. These advocates of conscience strike until I take you in my loving arms, unseen. I see the guilt and pain that never heals. My love surmounts this murderous affair. Yours is the deed, the brutal stab of steel. Now voices in your head are yours to bear. Writing Prompt The challenge is to write a poem that contains some form of horror or thriller. No more than 100 words. 100 Word Horror Contest Winner

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