*For Creative Writing class, I was told to write a poem, and then write about the same thing in a different perspective. The other perspective can be found next on the list, and is called "Chasing."
Your green hands,
reaching for my throat.
The smell of rotting flesh,
dancing in my nostrils.
Your uneven stride,
bringing you closer.
I run,
but my feet betray me.
In the last few moments,
I feel your breath on my throat,
and your teeth sinking through my skin.
You monster.
You've killed me.
You zombie.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
