Thoughts swarm up biting and kicking my body back and fourth as you slip further from my shattered grasp.
The abusive vultures that knock me senseless time and time again continue about their religious activities causing the dogs and cats to flee.
Why must the traps consume me? Why can't i be set free from my restraints?
My body now cut and crimson with the evidence of the torture, lays amongst the wreckage.
Not even the dogs and cats reside where the vultures swarm my mind.
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Fractured Thoughts
Short Story(VERY PROMINENT TRIGGER WARNING. TOPICS DISCUSSED IN HERE COULD POSSIBLY BE VERY TOXIC. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.) From the mass of my brain, things tend to come up from moments of darkness. This brings out the inspiration for writing and therefore, th...
