The world closes in on me.
It first steals the oxygen from my lungs, then it steals my voice.
No one sees me.
They keep walking past.
I am left to suffocate.
I feel my lungs struggle.
I try to call for help.
I reach out.
My knees bounce off the pavement.
Dark spots block my vision.
No one stops.
The world clutches my throat.
I pound the bricks beneath me, trying to get someone to help.
They all look right through me.
I roll onto my back and look up.
My vision clears.
I see the buildings stretching up.
Pink clouds scatter the vibrant orange sky.
I no longer feel my lungs struggle.
I no longer try to call for help.
I lay there looking up, and just let the world drag my body into the earth.
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Little stories
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
