I held her clammy hand,
she shudderd,
she sighed,
she breathed,
she lived
she's alive
They don't have her anymore,
but nightmare's do
trauma's do
her grip tightens
her breathing quickens
she tosses
she turns
she stops
she's still
not a huff
not a puff
and now she's gone
Authors note: I really don't know where i was going with this, but i was listening to 'The 30th' and i got this random inspo. It's based on like the cresendo the tmiing doesn't make sense but yeah....
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Poems and other short stories
Poesiajust some poems and short stories I wrote during class, they're in either English or Dutch please don't copy and/or publish my stories or poems without my permission, thanks!
