Screams voided my lungs like a storm on a desert — taking every last bit of my sanity to have me cracked open for days, to have the ground cracked open for days. That's when I realised, Mother Nature had me for a fool to be used and I let her.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
