She had a long day at work and couldn’t wait to go home and just look into Jerome’s eyes.
She smiled, entering the apartment.
“Honey, I’m home!”
She walked over to a cupboard and took out a jar. She stared into it, and Jerome’s eyeballs, suspended in formaldehyde, stared back.
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Poet Rummager 
I wonder what else she keeps in a jar?…wait…don’t answer that question!
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Pickles , peanut butter and pizza sauce.
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…Pickles? Yeaaaah — I’m sure she has a jar full of pickles! — Yup yup.
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The plump and crunchy variety. Yum. Great on top of a burger!
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Uh-huh. Yup. Yeah. Sure. The crunchy kind. I get it.
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Dork. Xo
I understand you’re busy, but I sure miss your poetry.
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Right. Yup. Okay. I get it. Gotcha! A jar full of dorks.
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Where is the rest of Jerome
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I don’t know. She only wanted his eyes. Hmm, you have pretty eyes —
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I have cerulean blue eyes.
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And I have an empty jar 😜
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Ha ha ha ha Collecting eyes are you?
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Just cerulean blue ones 😊
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Apollo blushes.
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Another wonderful dark story. Great ending. 😬
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I think it may be a tad too freaky for most of my poet friends, but I sure had fun writing it! 👀 Thank you! xo
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You can never be to dark or to freaky. 😱
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Amen and hallelujah! 😀
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PS. I can’t connect with the page for A great fall. 😞
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Sorry! That story was posted prematurely!! I’ve started writing posts ahead of time like a blogger friend suggested, and that one was a rough draft which somehow snuck out. I should have it all ready later tonight.
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I like someone who’s organized: everything in its place, everything in discrete jars.
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Very nice! I couldn’t agree more 🙂
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I’d open my eyes really wide in horror, but I’m afraid you’d pickle them. So-😑
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Smart move 🙂 Now, what color are your eyes again?
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Brown!
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Wonderful! I’ll keep a special place for you on my shelf 😀
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👍
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Color-coded Creepypasta! Ha-ha!
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Creepy! But I like it. 😀
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Thank you — Creepy is divine 😀
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I agree. 😀
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What!? Scary stuff.
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What? No eyeballs in your cupboard?! lol. Always happy to scare people!!
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Some yrs ago there was a pop song that emphasized the words
I only have eyes for you.
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I know that song! I’ll imagine it playing in the background as she looks deeply into the jar. Lol!
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At first I assumed he was her husband, but now I’m not so sure. I think he must be a relation since everybody keeps saying she has Jerome’s eyes.
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Lmao! You’re probably right there, BunK. Now, I’d love to meet the gal who’s got Betty Davis eyes!! 👀
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