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Nightmare
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Creative Writing Poems Blood dripping down from the eyes,
Her eyes are round and white
While they're popping out
Like they're about to explode.
Dark like the oblivion underworld,
Her head floats like a balloon.
I try to not look at her,
But my closed eyes still see her.
High-pitched screams pierces my ears
And my eyes open to see her face once more.
Her head was blasted from a gun.
Then I wake up to a cold room.
Cold as ice and snow,
But sweating from the hellish nightmare.
