It was silent, dark, cold.
No sound or sight to be seen for miles
I took another step. Small.
The air was cold against my bare skin.
I took another step. Foot touching the platform.
'Cold' is all I thought.
Icy steps lead to the seat. Mine.
I didn't sit down like last time.
I moved to the edge.
Looking left then right.
I saw...nothing. Nothing of interest anyway. Nothing that stood out the dark.
All I could do was laugh at how impossible this is, but entirely real at the same time.
My laugh came out dry and hoarse as if I just woke. I stopped.
I'm alone.
Years old. Honestly, the grammar is frustrating me.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesía"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
