The Water Burns
The water burns my skin.
I wonder when the pain will end.
When the flies flit past the depths
Into the light
Where moths sing
Where I live, contained
I sleep and dream
Of a voice, high and glossy
Spoke to me
Told me of a treasure
Buried beneath the earth
A curiosity
Where the water burns
Where the moths sing
Where the flies buzz
Where I lie underneath the soil
Where I wait...
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A Short Story Collection
Short StoryJust a couple of short stories that I wrote. I wanted to organize it so that the number of stories would probably decrease. Some of the first few I call decent, the last few are the worst of the bunch. But enjoy! I hope you do! This is a compendium...
