Pale Gallery

Under the floor was my snail lady.
She had grown old and dumb.
Plenty of hair in between,
She's a dream.

Night time..
She whine and she wail.

I have to tend to her bloody self,
Once a month, still comes.
I really, really want her to pass.
I'm getting tired.

It's a shame really.
Life is a gem.

__________________

"In the end it is impossible not to become what others think you are." - Julius Caesar

MisterJack

I like this PG. I'm not sure if I should be ashamed, disgusted, or just laugh. I guess it depends on which interperetation I use.

It's well formatted and I like the language.


Jack

__________________
If it claims to be God, eat it.

--------------