25. Page 42
turning the paper
cutting skin
on the edge of the page
blood slowly spreading
tainting the corner
page forty two
confessed my love to you
sat in the changing rooms
alone
little bit broken
little bit high
too much to drink
think I wanna die
the page has been torn
pinned to the wall
ripped my heart in two
the world is too tall
towering over me
buildings ready to pull me down
waves pushing me under
rope ready to cut my breath
I wish I could call this murder
I love you
wrote it on the walls
please read page forty too
right up until the sky falls
YOU ARE READING
30 Day Writing Prompts
Short Story30 short stories inspired by 30 writing prompts. If you use any (or all) of these, please dedicate me, PM me, or tag me in the chapter so I can read it! I'd love to. (Guys it literally took me like 5 hours to realise I misspelt Prompts in the Title...
