TW: Running away, Blood, Ambulance, Mentions of bad home life
Note: I don't like this one very much.
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Running.
Dark
Blood
Throbbing
A zipped up bag
An unlocked window
No place to be
But desperately in need
Midnight
Headphones on
Teardrops
My footsteps
Chains unraveled
Hair chopped but loose
Calling a number
"What's your emergency"
Home.
That's what I need
Not where I came from though
That place; not home
Curled up on a bench,
Ready to die
How will I survive the night?
My head pounds
Sirens blare and lights blind me
I slowly drift away
Is it really me who's hurt?
Maybe I'm dreaming.
The lights shut off, and so does my brain
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AJKFHLSDKJFDSLK this one was scary to write
Summary/explanation: Our protagonist is running away. They are injured, badly. They call for an ambulance, but end up passing out on a bench as the medical team arrives.
word count: 97
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𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖛𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖙 - a multi-media book
Poesíaokay, I know it's not very good, but I needed to get words on a page so here is a narrative story comprised of different lyrical(ish) forms of words :-/
