Each Night Father Fills Me with Dread…

Each night father fills me with dread
As he sits at the foot of my bed
I don’t mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks
But for seventeen years he’s been dead.

- Edward Gorey

Ghost photo

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Categories: Poetry and Prose

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9 replies

  1. Delightfully creepy, sweetie. Keep ‘em coming! :)

  2. Fantastic! Except for that pic, which is horrifying.

  3. Gorey Kills! Just started this blog thing, and your site brings a huge smile to my face.

  4. Is this a Catholic joke?

  5. I love those little twisty creepy poems. Hurray!

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