Fire burns with delight, turning the sun lit sky into night. Flames dancing around as smoke rises from the ground, we gather around as the smoke mingles with the clouds. Flames crackle while sparks begin to pop as we prepare for the night's hunt. As the flames begin to dwindle, we make our way into the mangled city. We scratch and claw our way through broken rubble as we stalk our prey, as the last ember flickers we face our prey horrified by the sight, that what we hunt is ourselves.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
