Reminder On The Wall


I wonder what they’ll see when I’m dead. The grains of time will erase me and leave nothing but bones. Ribs—hollow. Eyes—black. Hair—gone.

Hands shackled.

Ankles slanted.

Toes pointed.

Whoever finds me will discover a deceased reflection of what’s inside us all.



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About Dead Donovan (179 Articles)
You look a little pale....oh!...forgive me! My name is Dead Donovan. SlasherMonster is devoted to the dissection of horrific material: articles, short-stories, poems, photography, graphic art -- the stuff that makes your heart shrivel.

9 Comments on Reminder On The Wall

  1. Great existentialist story, FTM. I liked the graphics, too.

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  2. I enjoyed this. I miss this. I want to get back into interacting proper with everyone. I love reading others writing. ^_^

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  3. I always feel thrilled reading your poems, but I’m curious about what you mean by “hands – shackled.”

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  4. Monochrome nightmares // October 15, 2016 at 9:08 pm // Reply

    A great piece Fly.

    Why was the poor guy shackled to a wall?
    Was he a bad person? 💀🔪💀
    Or just unlucky? 😢


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