This was a bad idea.
Jumping the fence of a construction site.
Telling only the idiot where.
Making enemies with the demolition expert.
Meeting him alone.
A support beam fell on me.
Rebar is painful.
I have a lot of time to think.
My phone broke.
The only thing it does is play music.
Why is it that all the songs playing are about being remembered after death?
My blood is staining the ground.
They're building a hospital here.
I think I'm almost gone.
I A M S C A R E D
I H E A R S O M E O N E
Where are you?
H E R E
....voice ...... gone. ....
. ..Won't find ..... time.
..... A L O N E ........
YOU ARE READING
Only Human After All
PoetryInk not blood surges through my veins . One hundred word each, and yet a new ideal for each. Questions about this will be answered. I also take prompts for this and other types of writing. (fanfiction included) Looking for a new way to get the idea...
