Air tight,
No space.
Don't speak,
Just breathe.
Small gulps,
Don't indulge.
Be weary,
They're here.
Crushed soul,
Heart bored.
Eyes drift,
Nose avoids.
Trees green,
Grass soft.
Freedom wanted,
Let out.
Bent back,
Heavy legs.
Palms sweat,
Feet cramp.
Smooth rails,
Birds fly.
I want escape,
But don't seem to try.
YOU ARE READING
King of Swords - Flash Fiction/Short story collection
Short StoryStories I've written for uni or for myself. A variety of genres and lengths. There is no real linear theme connecting them, however, they all still feel connected to me.
