For Sale | A 100 Word Story

#704 | XIII Death - The Oval Portrait | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

Her eyes followed me around the room,
Stalking my every move,
Daring me to leave.
Taunting me to run away.

But I could not leave her hanging there,
On the wall to stare at another.
She loved me once,
She’ll love me still.

We are betrothed—she and I,
And one day soon she’ll be all mine
I paid a rather large amount
For those eyes that haunt me.

One day I’ll bring her home with me,
And place us on a wall together,
Where I can stare at her all day
And she can love me,

Cause I paid…

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