Everything hurt. They could feel bruising surface all over their skin. The cold night air bit at their face, and they could feel blood pooling against the gravel under them.
"Jenk!"
Lullaby Jenko felt hands on their body, lifting them up unto warm arms. Their body ached in protest, but they couldn't find the words to say it.
Doug Penhall held Lullaby at tight as possible. "Damn it, Jenk! You weren't supposed to go alone!"
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Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
