•~•short story•~•
-ww1/2 based as well
outside is dark and rainy
bullets rush past my head,
some hitting my uniform
my pulse races, even though I shiver
I realize the bullets are rain drops
rain runs down my face like cold sweat
my boots squish through the mud
a shot rings our,
reminding me as to why I am here
water seeps through my clothes
my legs buckle as I am shot,
body splashing into the cold mud
I knew soon I wouldn't shiver
I watched as the mud slowly turned brown to red
YOU ARE READING
Tiny Things
Randomrandom. just random. Old writings that need a place to go. May become ideas later if they're popular or if I feel like it.
