A soft drizzle from the heavens
A soothing wind so cold
The subtle shivers down my body
Whispers of voices in my ears
Fingertips as cold as ice
Lips parted but no words heard
A breath of cold air and a shaky hands
Should I be listening to what they're saying
They sound so convincing...
Cold railing
Ivy cold against my palm
My grip oh so firm
My legs shaking
My body shaking
My breath coming in fast
Jump...I want to
Jump...they sound convincing...
"A body was found at 8am near Randon Street, reporters saying she had fallen from the tenth floor..."
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Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
