tw - suicide
she coughed while walking up to the line, her lungs were slowly decaying. she held her chest for a minute as her breath shortened. it doesn't matter. she'd be dead soon anyways.
it's wasn't hard to notice that she was in distress. it was so obvious. she needed someone to care. a wilting flower that needed sunlight. but she stayed in the dark.
they were too busy to get involved. too busy to save her life.
she needed help, she wanted it.
her sight was faded from the tears stored in her eyes. she couldn't wait anymore. she had to get on with it.
the line was inching closer
with no barriers to save her life
and no one that cared.
very short i knowww
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your city gave me asthma
Short Storyshort stories/poems inspired by songs from wilbur soots album - intended lowercase - tw - suicide
