He breathed in cold air,
bringing it deep into his lungs.
Looking to the sky and shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans,
He studied the stars with an overwhelming calmness.
Pulling his head from the sky,
He wailed loudly and kicked his feet out in a fit.
Then he cried.
His hands shook vigorously as he reached out,
Setting the small bundle of wild flowers onto a grave before him.
He chucked for a moment, mumbling something about how she would've hated how he was acting.
'You're a child', she would've yelled.
So instead he wiped his tears, squared his shoulders, and walked off with a sad smile.
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Short Stories
PoetryPoetry and short stories Just random things I thought about All of them are different topics and different lengths *warning* I thought I should put it out there that some of these are a bit dark. Not all, but a few may be.
