I ran faster than I knew I could that day on the beach...
As I ran, I listened:
The sound of its heavy breathing,
The sound of its large footsteps,
The sound of its chomping teeth.
As I ran, I payed attention to:
The feeling of its hot breath as it caught up to me,
The feeling of its claws sinking into my skin,
The feeling of its teeth tearing through my throat,
And still,
I lived?
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
ŞiirThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
