cover illustration for my story 'plasterboard falls'

Past a dark forest,
upon a bleak hill.
Sits a bare house,
with secrets to spills…

Deeper, deeper, deeper,
between the walls.
There is a bricked-up girl
who wails and calls…

‘I’m hungry now, Mister.
There are bugs in my hair.
I can’t get out…
Isn’t anybody there?’

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chapter two

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