Her thoughts began to curl her, disappearing from reality. Looking to her arm, she bursts into tears. Her screams roamed through the house with her eyes, puffy red.
She no longer cares, for she could leave without it. She only cares for those that once shattered their light in front of her. Only because of her. Only if she once disappeared, may they finally regain their strength. She is of no light, only of darkness. Intoxicating everyone.
Yelling, crying out ‘Please don’t do this to yourself!’ but no one heard the message she tried to send.
People were crowding. People began caring. All of these pushing her into claustrophobia. Breaking the most needed idea.
This was an older poem, but I thought I would put this here as well. If you don't mind, any time you see fit, feel free to give me criticism regardless of whether it is my older works or my newer ones that I haven't just yet prepared for everyone to see. Thank you.
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Short Poetic Stories
PoetryThese stories are completely random depending on my mood of what I want to write. Most I believe are going to be written closer to a poem than anything. I am not expecting people to read these, but if anyone does know that I appreciate it - There ma...
