Goosebumps bloomed on her limbs
like the plague
and this was a relief
she had been waiting for,
ever since her mother
put her hands on her
and turned an angel into a firestorm.
Goose bumps Firestorm.
R.L Stine
Horror
Laura She thinks evil.
Hi Jericho,
ReplyDeleteI really like how you did a poem about the book you have read. Keep up the hard work
-Mahdia
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ReplyDeleteHello Jericho, you have made up your own poem about your book and I really like that. By that poem I think that I want to read that book.
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