A crash
A scream
What is that
Blood..?
I rush
To the room
Uncertain
Of what I'll see
My mouth opens
To a shriek
Eyes open wider
In fear
She lays on the floor
Unmoving
Stained with blood
Mouth gaping open
I finally shriek
A long and lowful sound
And close my eyes
And cry, for all eternity
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
