She fell
She knew
The pit was deep
Dark too.
She struggled
She crawled
She died
Inside.
She looked ahead.
Unlike fairytale,
There was no light.
She sunk.
The lids stretched.
They opened.
They yearned to go back
She pulled herself out of a bad dream.
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A Storm of Thoughts
PoetryWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
