My feet lead me down a familiar parquet path
But they stop at the section that had been stained with blood
And I feel a hand slip into mine
I try to tighten my hold
I grasp at air
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Short Writing Pieces
PoesiaJust some poetry/writing prompts of mine that I'm re-publishing from my wordpress.
Hostage
My feet lead me down a familiar parquet path
But they stop at the section that had been stained with blood
And I feel a hand slip into mine
I try to tighten my hold
I grasp at air
