Ring Around The RosesA Poem by kenya smithThe Bubonic plague/ Black Death was one of the deadliest pandemics, in the world.My skin in tainted Bruised, painful, and diseased A laceration, filled with pus A laceration, enclosed by a crimson halo The wounds are all over my body They are making it hard for me to lay down Whether I lay down on my side Back, or on my Stomach There is so much pain that I have to endure I do not know how much of this suffering, I can take The sores are starting to burst now They are causing me great pain The wounds are making me feel disgusted Why won't the wounds, go away?
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StatsAuthorkenya smithPrairieville, LAAboutHello, I'm Kenya smith and I write horror stories. I've been writing since I was in middle school. Before horror, I would write teen drama. Until, i found out that horror was my true calling. I starte.. more..Writing
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